Not Quite Dead Yet

by Holly Jackson

She wanted what she’d always wanted. To do something, achieve something big, something undeniably great, to prove that she could. So that life could finally begin. Jet had played the waiting game too long, and now she was out of time.

Was this what it felt like to be a man? Walking on this creepy dark bridge, not scared for a second that she wouldn’t make it out the other side, because it didn’t really make a difference whether she did or not. The night belonged to her now too. A dead woman walking. And dead women had no use for fear.

Don’t you ever think about it? Somewhere new? Maybe a lot of somewheres. Not the place that’s supposed to be home, but the place that feels like home.

Life can’t be about that, about wasting time. Has to be about something bigger, doesn’t it?”