Lying To You {a.i}

Chapter 1

Finally, I'm posting the first chapter! Took a while, my pea brain keeps forgetting to post:/ Im really excited to write this story tho!
It will have a few trigger warnings, I'll mention at the start of the chapters if there is or not.
Stay lovely you beautiful people xx

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So, so close.
I could feel the freedom running through my mind and my veins. Yeah, this is definitely what I've waited for, for months.

The fear of being missed wasn't apparent in my mind at the moment; i knew a person like me could never be missed.

It'd be a pleasure to be dead. No more therapy sessions, no more doctor appointments, no more society. No more me. And boy, did it sound beautiful.

I inched closer to the edge, glancing at the long drop in front of me. It excited me yet scared me, that in a couple of minutes I would no longer be alive. I could feel shivers run down my spine at the mere thought of it.

Death. Me, Aubry, dead.

I took a loud, deep, breath, savouring the moment unfolding in front of me. Just one step away from death, and everything will be over.
Closing my eyes, I lifted my arms. Flying. I remember flying.
From flying to touch the ceiling, and now flying to touch my freedom. It's different now, I'm much more older and much more fucked in the head. But still, the same concept.

"Three," I whispered, spreading my feet further apart.

You're so close, Aubry.

"Two," my eyes were sealed shut, already picturing the drop down. I took another long, deep breath.

"One-"

"Y'know, hesitation isn't a good thing when it comes to killing yourself."

I spun around, almost dropping off the side of the building, but I caught my balance. There stood a guy, sitting on a pot plant that was upside down. He wore a leather jacket, a half unbuttoned flannie under and black skin tight ripped jeans. He had light brown long hair, and a red bandana tied around his head.

"Wh-what are you doing!?" I yelled at him.

The stranger stood up, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Don't take another step or I'll jump!" I threatened, holding my hands out.

Goddamn it, I was so so close, but this douche bag has distracted me.

"I thought that's why you were up there in the first place?" He smirked.

"Well then leave, and I'll get back to it!"

"See, I can't do that." He shrugged, sitting back down. I groaned softly, glancing down again.

There was my freedom. Literally right under me, and it wasn't for him, I'd be already gone.

"Why not."

"Because, my mum raised me better than to leave a suicidal girl on the edge of a 17 storey building."

"I'm not suicidal." I said, causing him to laugh, raising his eyebrows.

"Hmm... Why are you here then?"

"Why are you here?" I asked, ignoring his question. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, sitting up and reaching in his jacket to take out a pack of cigarettes and a black lighter.

"I've come here to have a cigarette. Want one?" He asked, taking one out and placing it between his lips.

I watched as he reached up, holding out the white death stick as he lit his own. I've only ever smoked once, at one of my old friends party. I was 15.