I was working all night my body wanted to go on sleep mode but I had to resist soon later I get a call I answer it and say the same thing I say every single day “911 what’s your emergency?” for a couple of minutes, I heard nothing just static noise coming from the phone I asked again hoping I get an answer then I hear small snuffles as if someone was crying it was the sound of a woman on the call “Ma’am is everything okay?” I asked silence is all I received back soon later I heard mumbling “I’m tired….” she mumbles I can still hear her snuffing I continue to do what I am informed to do “Is something wrong?” I asked she stopped her snuffing and mumbling “I don’t know anymore…. I think there is something wrong with me...” she said I started to type on my keyboard “do you need an ambulance or the police to come to your aid” I replied typing away in my keyboard “I don't know... but I think I know what I need to do...” she said I started to hear the sound of footsteps from the call then the sound of the water was echoing through the phone line “Ma’am where are you right now” I asked in a serious tone “I’m at my favorite bridge... but don’t worry I’ll be in another place far better than this bridge” she said in a drained tone I start putting the pieces together quickly I send a ambulance and police officers on the way to her location “ma’am whatever you're doing please resist, help is on the way” I replied with an anxious tone sweat was running down my face my heart was pumping in milliseconds but all I heard was static on the other line she then replied “I don’t know if I need help at this point, I’m in a nightmare and I can’t wake up” I look around the office I was in no one was on the same shift as me I was alone time was ticking for me but she thinks her time is up with a heavy heart I said “Is it okay if you can stay on the line with me” she said “sure I guess…” we stayed on the line for a while for that time period I decided to stop acting like my profession I start acting like her guide in beginning then became her friend in the end throughout our talk she told me everything about her life, struggles, and her deep thoughts that dwell within some of them I can relate too we talk about our opinions about the meaning of life and death until later I heard the sound of police sirens coming from the call “well, I guess it’s no use to jump huh, you know I liked our talk, it’s nice to know someone out there who cares” she said softly I got informed that they removed her out of the bridge safety and took her somewhere safe the phone line went off after that I look at the time its midnight still before I could even take a sigh of relief I get another call I answer and say the same thing I say every single day “911 what’s your emergency?”
This is meant to be the perspective of 911 dispatcher (I might make another poem that is on the perspective of the person who made the call)