Saving a Life

Chapter 1: Georgia

Life as we know it, is like a foggy bridge. We have no clue where we are going but sooner or later, we find the end of the bridge. Now, that doesn't mean some peoples bridges aren't necessarily foggier than our own, but no one would know except for the person experiencing this. For example, everyone used to think I was perfect. I had gorgeous short blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and was a size 2. Everyone wanted to be me. Everyone thought I had a perfect life. Everyone thought I was special. Except me. Ever since I was eight I desperately wanted to be someone else. To hide away and be who I really was. No one understood how miserable I was. By the time I was fourteen, I never left my room. I begged my parents to keep me home from school so I could sulk in my room. That is, until I met Eli. Eli was one of those people I was telling you about that have barley any fog on their bridge. He just knew who he was and there was nothing in his way, except for me. He had light brown hair and is tall and pretty lean, but he has strong shoulders. I know this because he used to give me piggy back rides whenever I was tired or if I started forgetting where I was again. I was a mess. I still have no idea how Eli fell for me. Meeting Eli almost saved my life and for that, I am more grateful than ever. He made me believe in life when I was so hopeless. He made me feel happy again. He helped me not jump. Eli Foster is the love of my life and this is our miraculous story. Ah, but don't be fooled. We are not your average mushy couple who share food and kiss with like their whole mouth and say everything using the pronoun "we". So if you are looking for that, stop. This is not one of those stories.