(Jacky's P.O.V)
I can feel the cold wind blow hard against my body. This is it. I'm going to do it. I was going to jump off this bridge and end it all. I'm always getting hate all over twitter, and I don't even know why. I've been depressed and suicidal. But no one cares. I just wanted to say sorry to Ronnie, Derek, Ron, Ryan, my family, and the fans. But I can't do this.
I'm going to let myself fall into 20ft of water and rocks. As I was about to full I let go, I heard a voice telling me to stop. I look to my right and see a girl around my age standing on the other side of the bridge. She was about 5'4, wearing a large sweater, blue skinny jeans, a black v-neck, and some beat up old black vans.
"Please don't do this. You have so much to live for still. Don't take your life away." She said softly as the wind began to blow harder.
"You wouldn't know" I said. "I'm constantly always getting hate. No One seems to acknowledge that I'm even in the room. Everyone seems to hate me. Soon you would too."
"No, you don't know that. Maybe I can help you. Please, I may be only one person, but I think I can make a difference. Please come down."
I noticed that as she kept talking, she would get closer and closer. Soon she was right by me. Her small, soft hand on my rough, large one that was on the railing. I started to realize that what I was about to do, was probably going to be the most regret full thing in my life. I turn around and climbover , while she helped me get over the railing.
"I'm Tyler. Tyler Avalo." She said.
"I'm Jacky. Jacky Vincent." I told her. Shivering a bit and the wind started to blow.
She seems to notice and takes off her big swearer while giving it to me. I declined, not wanting her to get cold.
"No take it, you're more cold then I am. I have another jacket in my car." I take the sweater hesitantly and zipped it up. "Do you want to come over to my house? To warm up a bit, I mean?" I nod my head yes. "Must warn you tho. I do live with my dad and a few brothers. But I'm sure they won't mind you." Now I'm starting to get scared and nervous.
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The Almost Fallen Angle
FanfictionI was passing the small brigde to get home when I saw someone, on the other end, looking like their about to jump. And it was an instinct to stop them. I couldn't let another person die on me knowing that I could have helped them. But what I didn't...
