Jake and I. (On Hold)

Front piece.

I stand there, on the railing of the bridge, looking down at the swirling water below me, which in a few seconds will swallow me up, and I will be swept away into that darkness. I'm staggering. Can I do this? Should i jump?I look down again, and then at the letter in my hands. I step off the railing and stick the letter where I want to jump. And when I stand on the railing again, tears flow down my cheeks. I'm desperate, I'm panicking, I'm insane, but I'm going to do it anyway. Thoughts rush through my head and I look down one last time, close my eyes and count out loud. '3, 2, 1 and 0' and just as I want to jump, two strong arms close around my waist. I am pulled back and fall down with that person. I like him/her. She/he breaks my fall, and there is a short 'oof'. Who is this? Why does that stop me from jumping? What should I do now? Still jumping? No, I'm not going to do that, because the person still has his/her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I want to roll off of him/her, but the person stops me. "Stay down, recover from the shock, we can talk in a moment, but first you need to sort your brains." I hear from the voice that this is a boy, a little older, I'm guessing around 20, and I'm 17. I lie down and relax in his arms, after a few minutes he lets me roll off of him, but alone We stand and he grabs my wrists tightly. I jerk it: "Let me go!" his grip tightens. "No." he says firmly. I look at him angrily: 'This is addicted touching, I can report you for this, I am 17 and you are over 18.' It was a bluff. He smiled, "That's right, I'm 19, and you can report me, but I think your parents will be very grateful that you're still alive." I raised my eyebrows, "Oh, yeah? And how can you be so sure? Because my parents are dead.' I sneered at the young man, but at the end my voice broke and he looked at me. 'Sorry I didn't know that, but I'm sure there is always 1 person who cares about a person.' she raised an eyebrow and I finished my sentence, "And it doesn't have to come from both sides." her eyes. "How did you get here?" I asked her. "Ongoing." they replace. "I'll give you a lift to your house, where do you live?" I reluctantly answered. "In a home for orphans, I don't know what it's called, but I can show you the way." I wisely. We walked to his car, and I got in, I had brought the letter with me, and the young man looked at it. "Would you like to read it to me on the way back?" I asked her. She looked at me doubtfully. 'Okay.'

The story can be a bit depressive sometimes, but it will get really nice and fun, I promise.

-Lasive/OnlyMe