One Shots & Ideas.

Only hope.

A/N: this sucks, and no I don't know what my thing is with bridges but they're nice haha. I'll try to write happy things, but I actually like writing the somewhat depressing stories that actually get you thinking. So, yeah?

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"Don't do it." The voice startled me. I whipped around, keeping my balance to match the person who held the voice. "I know.. You don't know me but I promise it's not worth it." He held out his hands cautiously.

"No, no. This is right, don't worry about me." I slightly smiled. "It's amazing once you finally build up the courage to do these things, isn't it?"

"This isn't courage, this is un-satisfaction. Come on, give me your hand and I'll help you down. It's not worth it." He stepped closer.

"Stop!" I yelled at him, causing him to jump. "You won't talk me out of this."

"Bet." His eyes pierced mine. I felt my breathing pace pick up. "You and me both know that this isn't worth it. We both know that there is a life pass this. Please just trust me and get down." He said. The breeze slowly blew on my face, lightly picking up my bangs and letting them flow. I stepped down a step. Now, I was one step and a jump from getting off this high bridge and into the water.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "And you're so sure?" I asked. "I was kicked out of my apartment for not paying rent. I don't have the money for food. I can't hold up a job to make the money. I recall all the judgements from high school that still happen to this day. People telling me that I am not worth it. It rings through my ears every single second. So why not end it?" Another cynical smiled appeared on my face. "End the pain. The sorrow. The fatality of all the bull shit. Ya know?"

"Don't believe that you are the only one that goes through this. I'm honestly willing to help you." He reached out his hand once again, stepping closer.

"Why would you help me? I'm a worthless stranger." I spat.

"Because most peoples beauty deserves a chance." He said.

"And love comes at a price." I said.

"This is not love. This is me trying to help you.. Now give me your hand. I know I am not in charge of you.." And for some reason I broke down and started crying. I don't know what it was.. Maybe the fact that my life was so low? "It's okay." He said. "Like I said, I'm not in charge of you. You do whatever you want, but I am here.. I am actually here for you." He exhaled deeply.

"Can I hug you.. Please?" I sobbed. Tears flowing down my cheeks, and my hands covering my mouth to cover the loud sobs.

"Of course." He said. I grabbed his hands and fell into him, thankful that he had caught me. I sobbed into his sweater, his arms wrapped tightly around me. "Come on. My car is right over there. I'll get you something to eat and then we can set up at my apartment. Okay?"

"Trusting a stranger.. Not my best bet, but my only hope." I looked up at him. "Okay."

"I'm Scott." He smiled, wiping my tears away quickly.

"Mitch." I replied.