I flailed wildly as I struggled to find anything to hold on to. My lungs let out a screech of shock and anger, which quickly turned into a whimper of fear. A shock of hopelessness rushed through me. I wondered if I was going to die. It would be a shame to die pushed off of a high building by a mysterious boy who saved your life earlier. Strangely, the irony didn't escape me.
I twisted my body to the side so that when I landed, I wouldn't get hurt to badly. I made sure that my arms weren't in danger of being shattered first. I closed my eyes as I waited for the impact. I steadied my breathing.
Thwang!
I snapped open my eyes when I felt my body jerk upwards. I felt my hoodie lift up, and I scrambled to loosen the tight hold around my neck.
Astonished, I looked down and saw that I wasn't ten feet above ground. My breath hitched when I realized that I was being held up by a cord. A familiar cord.
I craned my head upwards and caught a glimpse of a boy's head. Annoyance replaced fear and I started getting angry. Why the hell had he pushed me off the building? He saved me from the bullet to what? Kill me himself?
"Hey asshole, are you going to help me or not!" I screamed. Probably not my brightest idea. "I promise I won't kill right away!"
"Interesting proposition from someone in your position," J's clear voice floated down towards me. "I must admit, I respect your courage."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, now HELP ME!!!"
"What? Are you afraid of heights?"
"Of course not, jackass, but I really want to beat someone right now."
J paused for a minute. "You do know that I could cut this cord right now and kill you. What do you make of that?"
I stilled, thinking of my body splattering in the ground like those bugs I squashed when I was a kid. Think of puppies. Puppies and rainbows. Puppies and rainbows and unicorns and hamsters and chocolate and sugar and candy and....and.....
"Are you going to answer, Miss Gray?" J's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Huh? And don't call me Miss Gray!"
"Okay, Miss Gray. If I cut this cord, what will you do?"
"I would haunt you to your grave!" I yelled.
I panicked when I felt myself drop down a few feet. He wouldn't really kill me, would he? He couldn't really cut the cord and kill me, could he? I never felt scared of death before, but now....
"Okay, okay, if you happened to kill me than....than I'll do nothing. If I die, I die, nothing more, nothing less," I answered as honestly as I could.
The chain dropped another few feet.
"Motherfuc-"
"Language, please. So, Miss Gray, as long as I'm holding this cord, your life is literally in my hand. So if I was to interrogate you right now...."
"What the hell are you talking about? What do you want from me?" I screamed.
"If I was to ask you confidential questions right now, with your life on the line, or cord, should I say, will you answer correctly?" J asked.
Damn bastard, I thought.
"You asshole! I-" I stopped myself with a shriek as I felt myself drop down a lot more than a few feet.
"What do you want!" I screamed. "Because I don't have any information worth giving, you bastard!"
"But would you talk?"
"Okay, fine," I muttered. "Ask me anything you want, but don't expect me to respond correctly! Now ask me whatever you want or just kill me now! I will not be humiliated like this!"
My body dropped a few feet again. I could now see the reflection off of the garbage on the streets. A little lower and I could touch the electrical street lamp directly below me.
"Like what?" J asked.
I gritted my teeth. My eyes stung. I would die and nobody would know. My father will probably think I've run away or something. I did not want to have the same fate as my mother, at least not until I finally reached my goals. All because of this bastard.....this bastard who saved my life for no real reason. Even if he did want to kill me himself, I owed him for saving my life.
Suddenly, I felt myself propelled upwards towards the sky, my hair flapping all around me. I wanted to scream, but bit my tongue. I didn't want him to enjoy my fear.
I jerked to a stop inches from where J pushed me off the building. J was sitting crisscrossed, like a child. His head was lowered, but I could practically feel the smirk on his face. I gripped my hoodie, feeling a weird metal object. I glared at him.
"What do you want?" I gritted out.
"Well this was interesting," J murmured. His voice sent chills through my body.
"W-wha-?"
J suddenly barked out a sharp laugh that quickly turned into a fit of giggles. It sounded like her friend Melody when she got drunk. Delirious laughter, snorting, and a shaking frame. He had a boyish laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked, scared. What if he was drunk? What if he was mental?
"I-I thought t-this was goin-going to be difficult but...but this is hilarious! Who would've known!"
"W-what?"
"I have never thought it would be this entertaining! Who w-would've known-" He had another fit of giggles.
"What are you talking about?" I screamed. "Get me down!"
"I can't do that just yet, Miss Gray," J managed to say through his laughter. "We are about to have fun."
"What do you mea-"
Before I knew what he was doing, J jumped to his feet. He grabbed something from his pocket and fisted it. He then glanced at me, smirking again. I had a bad feeling about this.
J jumped off the building, grabbing me as he went down. This time I did scream as I felt J's arms wrap around me. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest. Then, we disappeared.
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I am so so so so so sorry AEsugar22 !!! I made J sound like L and now I can't get his voice out of my head! I can just imagine him eating candy while staring at her with those huge eyes!! When I typed him, I imagined J sounding like L and it's killing me(since I'm only on episode 24....)!!!! Of course you don't know who L is.......so I'm safe. Well, this is now awkward. .......So, vote? Pwetty, pwetty, pwetty please? *huge baby seal eyes*
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