#Betweenthelines
Your challenge, dear fellow writers, is to fill in the blanks.
   I give you a beginning and two possible endings. You may choose one of the endings, and write everything in-between.
Rules:
1) It must be between 200 - 800 words (no less, but more is allowed)
2) Deadline: May 31st (since I know many of you are school-wise busy)
4) Include #Betweenthelines in the title of your story
5) Include the beginning and the ending of your...

23:02
Kennedy didn’t know how long she had been crying. She just knew that she had done the worst thing imaginable. She had betrayed Marianne and left her alone.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, the calm daze surrounding her had snapped, and she pounded on the doors, screaming Marianne’s name.
Now, nearly fifty minutes later, Kennedy’s throat was hoarse, her tongue, dry, and tears stained her cheeks.
One traitor. Me.
She swallowed back the nausea that threatened her...

For two seconds it felt like I was flying.
   And I thought I finally knew what freedom from anxiety, depression, and grief was like.
   But then I connected with the rough concrete of the interstate, and everything exploded in unimaginable pain. Raw red dots danced across my line of sight, and merciless coughs - tinged with blood - wracked my body. 
"Oh my God! She just fell from the bridge!" 
   And a woman's voice: "Call an ambulance!" ...

22:02
Something welled up in Marianne’s throat. Joy? Selfish gratitude? Either way, freedom was staring her in the face, and she had only to step forward into its warm embrace.
Marianne rubbed her goosebump-kissed arms. How long had it been since she’d been truly warm? Or had felt any kind of emotion? Her brain had delved into a numb slumber over the past hour. Perhaps in fear of hope lost forever. Or simply because she didn’t care anymore.
Hunger gnawed...

Forget me not
The end draws near
My time grows short
I’ve had my fill
Of sorrow;
Fear.
Forget me not.