The Last Wish (EDITING)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two,

Melody would brutally murder me the minute she saw that I had chosen to wear a white hoodie with a pair of light blue jeans. I wouldn't mind wearing one of my brother's old sweatshirts but Melody would have a heart attack. If you haven't guessed already, then let me tell you, Melody liked - no, loved - to dress up. Much to my chagrin, she also loved to dress me up.

Without a second thought to Melody or my choice of attire or even the different weapons that Melody could use to kill me, I grabbed the keys to my beat up old truck and headed out after telling my mom that I was going out with a few friends.

"Is it a date that you're trying to hide from me?" Mom asked, popping her head out from behind the newspaper. I rolled my eyes. Nobody ever asked me out and mom couldn't get that through her thick skull. She wanted me to date that 'sweet blue eyed boy'. Gag me! I would die before I dated Jason even if he did look like Daniel Craig and could possibly be the next James Bond.

"Yes, mom, I'm going out on a date with Frankenstein," I grumbled.

"Oh, well, be good then." and with that she went back to reading her boring old newspaper. My mom is clueless.

I rolled my eyes and walked out the door, softly shutting it behind me. I sighed when I saw my rusty, old truck. The thing was garbage. I have no idea why I bought it. I climbed into the truck and tried starting it up but the engine remained silent as ever. I thought about borrowing my mom's car but I would have to get back home too soon. So, I tried starting up the truck again and thankfully, the engine roared and came to life.

The first thing I did was turn on the stereo. Coheed And Cambria's sound filled the car and I sang along to 'Welcome Home', one of my most favorite songs ever right after 'Untitled 1' by Keane. It's one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard and Tom Chaplin's voice is mesmerizing. I would marry the guy even if he does look a bit like mickey mouse.

Suddenly, the roaring of the engine ceased and the truck came to a sudden halt and right before the dreaded bridge. I groaned, turning the key and tried starting the engine again but it only let out a low purr before stopping all together.

I jumped out of the rickety truck and slammed the door shut with all my force. God, I felt so angry! I looked around to see whether there was anyone around but the road was deserted, so was the dreaded bridge, like it should be. We called it the dreaded bridge because it was so badly constructed that it could break any second. People avoided using it at all costs.

I fished out my iPhone from my back pocket with hopes that the battery wouldn't have died. I hadn't charged it for over twenty four hours but I hoped that I would be able to call someone for help. But when I tried to turn it on, the screen remained black. Just my luck.

"Damn it!" I cursed and punched the bumper of my stupid truck. Just as my fist connected with the cold, hard metal of the bumper, I regretted the action because pain shot up my arm. I cradled my fist in my hand and leaned against the truck. What could I do? I was stuck in the middle of nowhere. I would probably die here.

My mom was so gonna freak out. 

Maybe I could walk to the cafe and get Jason for help but I would have to walk over the bridge as a shortcut. I sighed and started walking.

Just my luck to be stranded near a bridge that could fall down any second. Yes, I was definitely lucky.

As I stepped onto the bridge, praying that it wouldn't collapse, I noticed a strange man sitting on the railing with his legs dangling down towards the water. He was in a seriously dangerous position. I stepped towards him, noticing his extremely well defined muscles. What was he doing there? And who was he? He was sitting in such a dangerous position over the lake, he could fall any second. Besides, the water was deeper than it looked. Was the guy suicidal or something?