Falling

There was a chill in the night air as JC stepped out of his house. The wind whipped his flannel pajama pants around his legs as he made his way through the woods. Despite the darkness, he dodged the trees expertly, a familiar part of his nocturnal habit. His Addidas sandals slapped dully on the weathered boards of the bridge as he walked to the railing. He leaned over slightly and looked at the rushing waters below. He felt eyes burning into his back, but turned to see nothing but the starry sky. Chalking it all up to paranoia, he leaned back over the railing.

"I guess this is the last time I'll be talking to you for a while," his voice cut thinly through the night air.

"We go back out on tour tommorrow. Things are going good, I guess. About as normal as it gets at this level," he laughed into the darkness.

"Bobbi's doing it again," he stated softly. "it's almost inevitable. Every tour she does it. I don't know what she's afraid of. I've never cheated on her. Which is more than she can say." He paused.

"She keeps talking like she wants to get married. It's not that I don't. I just, I don't know. I love her, but I don't thing marriage would change anything. We'd still fight, she'd leave for a week or two, then come back. It always happens. Maybe it's not her I want to marry." JC leaned almost dangerously over the rail to look at the swirling waters.

The nightly sounds of crickets mingled with the sound of the water rushing underfoot. JC lost himself in the surroundings and didn't notice the soft footsteps behind him.

The next thing he knew, JC was falling. Instinctivly he screamed as he flipped over the rickety railing. His hit the cold water with a gasp, sucking water into his lungs. He fought feverishly against the current, his wet clothes weighing him down. He grew tired as the water carried him under the bridge, and thought he caught a glimpse of someone staning on the bridge before his head went back under water. Everything in front of him went red, then faded to black. And then there was nothing.