Bridge to Nowhere 6/1/2017

​The waves lapped against the metal supports underneath the bridge; echoing a crisp sound which reverberated against the horizon. Rust had infected the bridge, like a plague spreading throughout a host. It had a strange beautiful aesthetic to it.

I had to traverse this bridge every day to get to my work, totalling a thirty minute walk; this fog was not going to stop me. It was quite funny though; how such a miserable looking scene could sound so peaceful. It was Natures' oxymoron, some form of irony.
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All that could be heard around me was the gentle rolling of the water below and the occasional seagull; its shrill call lost amidst the misty opaque sky.

I could see somebody further along the bridge, sprinting towards me. I could not see a face, or any identifiable features. It was not that strange to see or pass runners on the bridge. It was a hot-spot for budding athletics.

I kept on walking for a further five minutes before I realised that no matter how much they ran towards me, they were not getting any closer.

I stopped, my breath creating a wisp a short distance in front of me before merging with the fog. The figure was still moving towards me, whilst remaining still.

"What the f-" I was interrupted by a scream; although this time it was not from a seagull. The shadow stopped moving and screamed even louder before jumping off of the bridge and into the soapy water below.

I gasped with panic and ran towards where they seemed to be and looked down below in shock. They were nowhere to be seen.
My head was throbbing, a sharp pain pulsated at the left side of my temple. My vision became blurry however my hearing became strangely sensitive.

Whispers circled around me, wordless whispers that picked at my brain. Nothing was being said, but the whispers were growing ever louder. I began to sprint further down the bridge, not even knowing my sense of direction anymore; I just wanted to return to the city.

A person walked towards me in the distance again, but they did not seem phased by my sprint. The voices caught up with me, now resembling tortured screams. I had to make it stop. I had to end it.