Something To Live For

What's the point of living?

You're born. Go through life's shit. Then you die.

Sleep. Eat. Walk around like a zombie. That's all I do these days.

I used to have a life. A happy one. Until the incident two years ago.

I was crushed. Half dead. But it didn't end there. Three months after that, I nearly killed herself.

I am alone. I have nothing to live for. So why am I still here?

Well, I plan to fix that problem today.

There are no tourists in the Grand Canyon skywalk. Which is unusual, but good. There would be less complications that way.

I picked myself up from the bench and made my way to the skywalk.

I've seen this moment inside my head for hundreds of times. I go to the skywalk, check if anybody's there, sit on the rails, then fall to my death.

I imagined it would be painful and gruesome. But this is where I want it to end.

I got to the rails. I had a leg over it. I was about to sit, but something pulled at my jacket.

I looked back. No one. I looked down. There was a girl. She was pale, her cheeks sunburned.

'That's dangerous', she said. I frowned at her. 'I know.' I answered. She didn't let go.

I told her to go find someone else to bother. She didn't answer.

I ask if she was lost. She just shrugged. What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?

I wanted her to go away. But I can't exactly say 'Sod off so I can kill myself'

She just stared at me with huge blue eyes. They look familiar, somehow.

I swing my leg back. The girl got hold of the belt loops of my pants –not enough to stop me if I really jumped, but just enough to make me stop.. It seems like I'm stuck with her until she gets tired of me.

'What's your name?' I ask. She said, 'I'm hungry'. Fine. I give up asking questions.

I went back inside, the girl beside me. We entered a small fast food restaurant. I looked at the girl to ask what she wants to eat. She stood on her toes, leaning on the counter.

I pulled her closer and pointed at the menu. The guy behind the counter raised an eyebrow. It's because of my torn outfit and wildly coloured hair, I'm sure. I raised mine too, daring him to say something. He didn't.

'Burger' said the girl suddenly. 'What else?' I ask. She fingered my ear piercing then said, 'coke'.

Luckily, I had a fifty in my pocket. I paid for the food then took a seat.

'Wow! I forgot what it tastes like!' The girl exclaimed. She looks like she's high. At least she's happy.

She's got big bites for a fifteen-year-old girl. I wasn’t sure if that was her real age though. But she surely looks it.

Two minutes. That's long it took for her to finish the whole thing.

She was sipping her drink when I jokingly asked if her parents feed her anything at all. She acted like she didn't hear a thing. But I know she did. Her eyes looks sad after I asked her that.

'What's your name?' she  asks. I rest my chin on my palm. 'Kiseop.'

The girl smiled. It was big and…warm. 'That's my favourite oppa’s name' she said and laughed.