I was one of the hundreds of people on the bridge trying to rush across in the rain. I did not even hear the crack as the bridge's old legs snapped. Everybody lost their balance and fell. Somebody's umbrella hit me as I fell and the iron frame went straight into my ear. I could not hear myself scream. Shocked by the pain, I slipped and fell halfway over the bridge's broken railings and face first to the sea when my foot saved me by getting caught in between the broken railings. I felt my ankle bend and then crack before finally my body stopped falling, dangling from the broken railings, the raging seawater just barely below me. It was pain beyond anything I knew. And then there was the fear. I was afraid I was going to die.
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