The mantra swirled like in tornado in Kate's mind. The words her mother had last spoken in life as the cancer finally took her, leaving Kate alone in this cruel world. Her father, Richard, had run off with some office **** and left her and Mommy to fend for themselves. Mommy was already sick by then, but Richard didn't care.
*"No one does," Kate thought. "Except Mommy." But where was Mommy now? Safe in the cold beyond.
The year following Mommy's death had been no kinder to Kate. The eviction, the hard streets of no solace. The bad things. Always, around every corner, more of the bad things. More...men. And what they wanted. Bad things.
And now, seeing the fog roll in on San Francisco Bay, feeling the wind on her face, letting the salt fill up her nostrils to brine her emotions, Kate heard the lullabies of this ***** Earth calling her name in the cries of the gulls, felt its repulsion, its push, in the cold rail of the Golden Gate Bridge in her hand. Kate had lived in the hammock Richard built over the chasm of Kate's life, and now Kate was so very sleepy.
"I'm falling asleep. I'm falling asleep. I'm falling asleep. I'm falling..." Kate repeated to herself as she leaned out into the night and let go of the guardrails.