It Was You

Chapter 1

I slowly loosen and then tighten the purple laces to my converse, sliding on a pair of shorts over them as a last minute thought. I grab the black t-shirt from on top of my dresser so I can feel the cold midnight air on my skin as I step off the front porch. I walk out for my midnight run to the hill I named myself. I named it Creole, after the dog I had as a kid that eventually ran away, for reasons I will never understand. Maybe Creole just wanted to be free, and with this realization I wonder if I would be able to run away. To be free in the dangers of the world around me, free from all of the pressures that surround me.
          I go on my runs at night so no one notices me, I hate any attention from anyone; Attention from people is just a distraction to the target I am aiming towards. I hear it in the dark shadows overcasting the path I've memorized so well. I continue to walk forward until I hear the almost silent footsteps falling behind me...I spin around to see a young mountain lion. Without another thought, I slowly walk forward until I'm only 3 feet from the beast. He holds his stance, a brave and beautiful creature. I reach my palm out and at this he finally cowers away. He takes off running. I then turn and sprint up the rest of the path. I was already late on time. It was 1:04am. I reached the top and began to inch toward the  very steep edge. Half of my feet edge off the side. I've done this many times before, standing on the edge as I count backward from ten, contemplating in my mind if I should jump. I lean in slightly farther and think of how it wouldn't affect anyone. Everyone thinks I'm strange anyways, it would be just another story. I'm just an outcast, rejected by society. How everyone would rather have me dead anyways. But those are just side affects of attention, I reject those and think deeper. My life is just a simple existence, I'm not going ANYWERE, why should I waste somebodies air. I lift my foot to jump and as I proceed I do the same with the other foot... arms wrap around my waist and yank me backwards. I land on the ground and scream
"What the hell?!"
I push myself away from the dark figure and discretely wipe my eyes.
"Why did you stop me?"
I stomp childishly as the tall slim figure steps out from under the trees' darkness and suddenly I can see his features,
"You shouldn't go throwing your life away" the tall boy says,
"you're quite pretty and you shouldn't waste that..." He mutters under his breath but I still hear him,
"Fantastic another shallow guy who only looks at the outer shell of what potentially has a much greater interior." I roll my eyes.

"My names Nathaniel," he begins, clearly ignoring my attempt at an insult. "but you can call me Nate." He says this just a little softer than a yell.
"Hello, son of a b—... I mean Nate"
"And your name is?" He says ignoring my second attempt at an insult.
I fold my arms and say with an attitude I've only used a million times lately.
"Why should I tell you? You'll probably go off and tell your friends how you *saved* some broken kid from committing and brag about how you're some sort of *hero*"
"I WOULD NOT!" He yells in a child-like voice.
"...I came up here to do the same thing..." He says in a soft low tone.
"Cheesey." I reply bluntly.
"Way too cliche?" He questions, "guess that's all I'm good at."
"Do you go to the high school here?" I gesture towards the town with a nod  over my left shoulder as if that's where the town actually were.
He replied with a weak nod.
I scoff, "haven't seen you."
I really need to work on my social skills, I note to myself.