Bridge

I heard a lot of stories when I moved to this side of the town,which is pretty normal because this is the "bad" side of town,or jersey in general. There is a lot of drug dealings,murders,sort od mafias,trafficking and all the bad stuff in general. I moved to what I think is the good side of the bad side,if I ever make sense with my words,english is difficult you know?
But also a lot of supernatural stories,haunted houses and abandoned buildings with creepy looks,the "you can hear them at night",the kids at the playground,and bridges haunted.
I never really believed in those stories,but every story had their truth,I knew a kid was found dead at the playground and someone swore they heard a kids laugh,but it was just a junkie having hallucinations,but of course people believed in him,they say the old house makes weird noises,but they are only rats and bugs running around inside the deteriored walls and floors,the building was abandoned years ago after an infestation of what ever it was,it became uncontrollable and had to evacuate everyone,they found later found someone who hung themself and now everyone believes it's haunted.
And the bridge one is the one who had particularly caught my attention,the details are realistic and well described,and it was probably story that I could mildly believe in,I will make it brief as I understood it,they gave me so many versions composed of basically the same information that I now had my own,as I understand about nine or ten years ago,a teenager who suffered of an aggraved case depression since he was probably only a child jumped of the bridge in an attempt of end his life,and he did. They found the lifeless body at one side of the river the next morning as well as an empty bottle of pills,an empty bottle of alcohol,a pack of cigarettes and a note to his mother. The teenager was know to his various failed attempts of suicide throught three years,his various talents and obsessions for stars,his mother once told he could stay awake all night looking at them. But no one could ever get much of her,she disapeared several weeks after her son's death and no one had ever know where she was,some says she is probably dead by now,i stay skeptical about it. And for what I also heard,someone saw him before his death sitting on the bridge for hours until nightfall and heard him sing a beautiful song before falling. Said man went crazy days after that,he assured everyone he could still see his ghost sitting there and looking at the void.
A lot of accidents seems to happen at said bridge,car accidents,people suddenly wanting to jump out of the bridge,various case of suicides and other weird events. I went to the bridge a lot,I didn't understand why people seemed so scared of it when I first moved,it was a truly peaceful and beautiful place to spend time on. But even before I knew the story,I've always felt attracted to it,people said that I am lucky that nothing yet happened to me. I never understood until I heard the story at my first day of work as a teacher in one of Belleville's Highschool,a student started talking about it once in my class and everyone was surprised when I told them I never heard of it,they say it's one of the first things you learn about once you move. I collected more information from teachers who worked here at that time,they told me everything they knew,they knew I was curious and I had the right to know about it. Two of the teachers almost cried at the memories,one of the teachers was the person who found the body,she told me the teenager had a smile on his face when she found it,she said he looked truly happy,in peace even. The poor guy really did suffer,but why? Was the only thought I got after hearing it,another told me he had a breakdown against every student,they never knew what he had said but after that day,there was a noticeable tension between the students,none of them ever told what exactly happened except he punched a girl and everything went worse and he had to be sent home. From what heard,he was an excellent,very talented student. I wish I could have meet him,I would love to know what ran through such a broken soul.
But I still didn't have a name,and it's really frustrating,no one wanted to say his name,not even initials. Was it some kind of rule? Why can't I know his name? Have I not lived here long enough to know it? How long would I have to wait ? Will I ever know? Those were the only questions I had playing in my mind everytime I went to said bridge.
I still go,I truly love this place,it inspire me to draw in my free time,and it's a good place to smoke.
I went to the bridge today after a stressful day at work,some kid was being an asshole to me the whole day,it was awful. I was smoking and trying to relax when I felt a light squeeze on my left shoulder,it was comforting and I felt better after but,no one was there. I still think about it,it's really disturbing,I believe in ghosts in a really weird way,but this,this is more than I expected,this is one of the reasons the bridge story seems way more believable than other stories. I'm scared yet more curious than ever,I really want to know the truth behind this story,why would I young boy with so much yet to see end his life? Why on this bridge? Was he really happy about finally accomplishing his death? Why did he liked the stars so much?Is he really related to those freak accidents happening at the bridge? I have so many questions and the only one who can answer them is dead,but still somehow here.
I will try to answer them myself tomorrow,but right now,I only want to sleep.

Notes

Why do I keep doing this to myself? Another story that I probably won't be able to update when I start school this Wednesday. Fuck it,I do what I want,I'm punk rock.
You don't have to read the prequel,but that would be good,so you get what it is about more easily.
I am still listening to Guilttripping while writing this,still sets in mood,and give so many ideas. And goooooood this song is soooo good! You should totally listen to it.

welp,let's see when I update this and my other stories. I have so many things to do.

i hope I'll see you so.

xx