I walked down the street towards the bridge near the harbor. I walked faster the farther away from my house, preparing myself to jump. And if I didn't make it, it wouldn't matter because I'd have to run through the street to get to the bridge, so one way or the other I was bound to get killed. I wasn't paying attention to the guy on his phone on the side walk as I made a bee line for the street. He stepped forward, looking down when I ran into him.