Miserable Mary had lived her life
the way that her name sounded. She went through sixteen years with
the blinders of misery fixed upon her face. Every moment was an
opportunity for tragedy to strike.
through life this way was no way to live. She set herself up for
failure, feeling always like a lamb sent to slaughter. Yes, she felt
that doomed in her life.
could be the cause, for all of this bad luck? For all of these
tragedies that have come Miserable Mary’s way? Was it the fact that
she’d accidentally broken a mirror when she was younger? Was her
family cursed in some way, the remnants of some gypsies grudge upon
no, none of these things could be blamed. It was barely Miserable
Mary’s fault that that mirror had broken so many years ago- it had
just fallen over when she walked by. And there was no way her family
was cursed. They had been the most respectable family in town, for so
many centuries. They could be traced back to the 18th
century, as a matter of fact! And they were just as fine then as they
Miserable Mary was left with no answer for why she faced so much
misery. It all seemed like too much for a fragile sixteen year old
it had become too much. The tragedy of the death of her beloved
mother had recently struck. Breast cancer. That sent Miserable Mary
over the edge. People can only handle so much, you know. The mind,
the heart- they have limits, of how much pain they can possibly bear.
Mary decided she had reached her limit. This decision did not come
lightly; much contemplation was necessary to come to such a glum
decision. Such an irreversible decision.
was set to throw herself off of a bridge. Really, it was going to be
a very nice place to die. A beautiful bridge, covered with lively
vines that the town couldn’t be bothered to remove anymore. That
bridge, overlooking a wonderful, yet treacherous, bay. God, Miserable
Mary even thought she felt… excited to die there. Coming, finally,
to an end, and it was going to be in such a beautiful and peaceful
place. She knew it was her only option, the only cure for the misery
that’s followed her around throughout all of the years of her life.
those years, several things, bad things, happened to Miserable Mary.
The fact that all of those events happened to one person seems
incredulous, but, it is the unfortunate truth. Uncles who were a
little too touchy, mothers who died, fathers who were emotionally
absent, grandparents that died, friends that ditched her, and the
list goes on and on. She’d seen it all, she’d lived through it
she was brought to this bridge now, where no cars whizzed by and the
only other entity surrounding her were the ghosts whose lives came to
the same violent end. She felt surrounded by them, their voices and
wispy bodies suffocating her. Really, though, that was what made this
area so peaceful; the fact that there were no other people around. No
cars disturbed you here, no one hurt you here. Only you could hurt
water below her rushed- incessant, hungry, and never-ending. This
water was much like Miserable Mary, or at least she thought so. It
never rested, ever. It always moved, thinking, waiting, for something
at all to happen. And it would be like that, until the end of its
time. She hadn’t known peace since she was in the womb, a moment of
blissful existence. Finally, she would reunite with that peace.
arms fastened her onto the bridge, behind her body and positioned in
a mangled manner, to keep her safe on the bridge and away from the
water. She realized that, if they found her body after this, she’d
probably be all mangled and out of shape then, too.
when she was so close, she felt so alive. It’s funny how life
works; it takes a near-death experience for one to really appreciate
life. No one realizes how thin the line between life and death is.
Miserable Mary had faced many tragedies, but none of them had brought
her this close to death. The only thing standing between her and the
water was her own arms, that held on so tightly.
tremendous gust of wind that came next really pushed her into death’s
clutches; she was so close that she could smell its sickly sweet
breath upon her cheek. Death was holding onto her, pilling her down
into the water below, as she frantically tried to get a better grip
on the side of the bridge. She was completely unprotected here, and
mostly out of control; on the outside of the railing, with only her
arms as a safeguard. She wanted to be down there, or at least her
mind did, but her body kept her held on to the railing.
she felt her grip wavering, time seemed as if it were suspended.
Everything slowed, yet Miserable Mary’s brain and body kept moving,
like she were moving through quicksand. Colors were more vibrant
around her; what once seemed dull now popped at her, screaming in its
hues. Her eyes felt overwhelmed by the sigh. Never had she seen
something so beautiful.
time stood still, Miserable Mary carefully maneuvered herself onto
the bridge, once again. She wanted to get a closer look at all of
these colors, through these new glasses of life she’d been given.
She gave herself a few twirls, taking in the way the colors danced
before her eyes.
way that her breath created clouds as she breathed out amazed her.
All of these signs of life, the trees waving, had they always been
there? Miserable Mary, who was not so miserable any longer, couldn’t
accept that all of these things had always been around. Frankly, she
was frightened. This was not normal, no, everything was off here.
Maybe, she’d already fallen, and this was the afterlife. She gave
herself a pinch on the arm, and it hurt. No, this was all real, then.
time had picked up the pace and her breathing returned itself to
normal, Mary began her trek home, where she lived with her father.
She used to have a sister too, but she didn’t make it through
infancy. Just another one of the tragedies she faced. Mary thought
about it now, and didn’t feel as devastated by it as she usually
did; looking on the bright side, Mary was glad they got to spend a
few months with her at least.
she walked, she was stuck in a daze, where her brain was completely
focused on nature and nothing else. The trees spoke to her, the grass
whistled tunes into her ears. Everything just seemed so alive,
everything was teeming with life. She started to really feel crazy,
when that overwhelming happiness consumed her in a way that it never
pushed the wooden door open, cherishing the warmth of the heat that
warmed her body once she was inside.
is that you?” Her father called after her in his gruff voice.
She responded in a cheery tone that was utterly unnatural to her. It
was like the noise had come out of someone else’s mouth entirely.
went over to the mirror, just to make sure she was still the same
person on the outside. Yes, she was all there. Black dress, black eye
makeup. All of her was there. What could explain this mental
Mary plopped herself down on the couch,
completely relaxing and letting the entire weight of her body press
into the couch.