Begin Again

Chapter 2

I manage to pull the anonymous guy down the edge and we both fall to the ground next to each other. He looks over at me with an angry expression on his face,

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He shouts at me at first, then he stops looking at me. I remain quiet for a couple of minutes before I speak up,

"Are you alright?" I ask in a concerned voice, but he doesn't answer me. I usually hate it when people ignore or shout at me, but he looks helpless and very drunk so I'm gonna take this as an excuse.

"Do you want me to call anyone from your friends or family to come pick you up?" I decide to speak again, and this time he gives me an indignant look once he hears the question.

"FUCK OFF!" He shouts at me again.

Unable to contain myself this time I shout back at him, "NO NEED TO ACT LIKE A JERK!! I'm trying to help you over here!" Jesus. All I tried to do was saving this idiot's life and this's the treatment I get in return. I'm to blame! I shouldn't have helped him in the first place.

I get up from the ground but he doesn't. He's just lying down there with his eyes closed and tears streaming down his face. I'm thinking about leaving right now. But I know that if I left I'll feel guilty about it when I go back home. I can't leave him in such a vulnerable situation.

"Hey...can you just tell me what can I do to help you?" I sigh.

He replies in an intermittently voice while crying so I understand nothing. I walk closer to him and sit on the ground right next to his head. I was about to put my hand on his head to comfort him but then I take it back again before it touches his forehead.

"Listen..lemme give you a drive home at least. Do you live somewhere near here?" I ask gently. I actually don't own a car, but I'm planning on ordering an uber to pick him up.

"I ha-have...lost m-my...home" he says as he fights back his tears. Then he starts sobbing, still not looking at me.

"Lost your home?!" I say being shocked.

"I'm so sorry...can you stay at any of your friends' places?" I ask after remaining silent for about a minute thinking about how I can help him.

He doesn't answer me and turns his body to the other side so he doesn't have to face me when he opens his eyes. He puts his arm below his head as if he's about to sleep. I don't know what's happening with him or how I should deal with this situation.

"Hey Mr?" I call him, and he doesn't answer.

"HEYYY!!" I scream but I still get no response from him, he's just crying on the cold ground.

At this point I'm thinking about taking him home with me for the night, but I'm not sure if it's the right thing to do. He's a total stranger and I have trust issues. I find it hard to trust the people around me, let alone a random man I met in the street.

Not being really sure about what I'm doing I request an uber and the driver confirms the pickup location within some minutes, usually it takes a single minute or less but since it's Christmas very few people are working tonight.

"Mr...you can sleep over at my flat tonight and leave the next morning when you feel better" I tell him but he doesn't answer me, so I think to myself that he's already fallen asleep. But when I move to the other side to look at his face I find him awake, just miserably starring at the pavement.

"Do you mind coming home with me or do you have a better suggestion?" he finally looks at me, but still doesn't give a response. It's pissing me off to be honest. But given his look at my face, I think he accepted my offer.

An expression of soreness and pain is covering his handsome face, and his eyebrows are crossed. I give him a faint smile and try to pull him so he can get up from the ground. It's too hard to do so cause he's very heavy, and he's not helping me or himself at all.

"Would you mind helping yourself get up please?" I frown at him. He finally moves and puts his hand on the pavement and the other one on my left shoulder. He leans against me as he tries to sit up. His hands are double the size of mine.

I look around trying to find any open stores to get him some water but there's none. I mean it's Christmas eve, everyone must be busy celebrating.

As we sit waiting for the uber he doesn't look at me at all, only stares at the pavement or the sky, while all I do is just looking at him. I notice that his coat and clothes seem very expensive, and he's wearing a Patek Philippe luxurious watch. Doesn't look like someone who'd try to end his life cause he's struggling financially to me. I mean this can't be the only reason why would someone choose to end their life, otherwise I'd have done it years ago.

Once the uber arrives I help him stand up and walk to the car but he suddenly falls, he's unable to balance himself. Seeing me struggling to take him to the car, the driver gets out and helps me lead him to the back seat. He occupies the whole seat as he sleeps in a foetus position, so I sit in the front seat and we take off to my flat.