Blue mist rained down on him as he stood at the edge of the bridge. He was a petulant boy, a "troubled kid” they called him. His days were filled with lectures and beratements for every move he made. Why was he here if nobody wanted him around anyways? He looked over into the serene depths of blue below him. The world was cruel, he knew this would be for the best. He stepped forward. No matter how hard he tried, this was the only way to end his suffering. He stepped forward. Life was filled with pain and lies he could finally be free- He felt a small buzz from his pocket. Despite himself, he took out his phone. “Momma's yelling again, when will you be home? Sent by his precious baby sister, the one person he cared for. The only one who'd miss him. He couldn't leave her behind. With tears in his eyes, he stepped back onto the road, away from the ledge. He would be there for her, and walk through this hellish existence with her by his side. Blue mist rained down on him, blocking him from anyones sight, and a perfect contrast to the yellow headlights swifty approaching.