Remember Me

Prologue

                                               Bryce

         "Love you too Ab" I hung up. What my sister didn't know was the fact that this would be the last time she ever heard my voice. I didn't even bother thinking about my drunk of a father. I debated calling my foster parents, but decided not to because they would know something was up. And the last thing I needed right now was them worrying.

I had already walked to the bridge last night, so I knew where I was going. As I walked towards my death I realized that I wasn't scared. Actually I was a lot more peaceful then I have been in a while.

I talked myself out of this several times now and decided to finally finish it. After all, this will be my last trip I will ever take. It's kinda sad when you think about it like that, but it is what it is. It's very foggy out today, so I had a hard time seeing the bridge. When I did, I picked out my spot to jump. I walked up to the edge and looked down. The drop must have been a couple hundred feet below the bridge.

I decided the best way to jump would be to lean off the railing and just let go. Before I jumped, I took the time to reflect on my shitty life.

When I was born, my mother was only 17, so she couldn't take care of a baby, let alone raise it. She was an orphan so she didn't have any family to help her, so she trusted Jack, my father to take care of her. That was the biggest mistake of her life. Within a couple of weeks of begging Jack to help her, he finally moved in to her crappy apartment to "take care of her". All he ever did was beat her and drink.

He was the type of alcoholic that would beat her and tell her that this was all her fault, that I was all her fault. When I grew up I realized that other kids fathers didn't beat up their wives like mine did. But I couldn't do anything about it. My mother would just tell me to go to my room when she sensed my father was in one of his "moods".

This went on for 8 years until one of mom's friends caught on to what was happening at home. The police arrested my father and since that, I never bothered to check on him since he was released a year ago. As for my mom, she disappeared and nobody really cared to look for her.

The only bright spot in my fucking terrible life was my sister, Abby. I have loved her since the day she was born. I was the one who took care of her when our parents couldn't. When our mother disappeared suddenly, we both got put into the foster care system. She was only 4 years old and I was 10 when that happened. We were inseparable, so when we got adopted by different familys, our whole lives turned upside down and inside out. 

After I turned 18 I moved out of my parents house and went to find Abby. It took a couple of months, but when I finally did, it was all worth it. We talked about our different family's, and what we would do when we grew up. She barely remembered our parents, thank god, but I never forgot.

My childhood really fucked me up for good. The reason why I waited so long to do this was because I was worried about Abby. After thinking it over though, I realized that her foster family will be better family to her than I ever will.

Without further ado, let me introduce you to the 19 year old screwup that can't even be there for his only sister and is so selfish that he wants to take his own life. How about that ladies and gentlemen. 

This was it.

I leaned off the railing and prepared to let go.

"WAIT! STOP!" Who is that? I look around the bridge but I can't see anyone. That's when I see her. A figure running towards me, blonde hair blowing wildly behind her as she ran, worry etched on her face. The moment I saw her, I knew I would never forget her. Her beautiful face would stick with me until the end of time. I didn't even realize that I was leaning backwards until she grasped me on the arm. That hand of hers made my whole body go crazy.

"What are you doing?" She practically screamed into my ear. "What does it look like I'm doing?" I really can't stand people that can't observe the obvious. She quickly pulled me onto the part of the bridge where I could not fall off and looked me straight in the eye, her blue ones holding me in place.

"How could you be so selfish?" What is she talking about? She doesn't know what I went through as a child, therefore she shouldn't talk like that.  She took a second to observe me, so she looked me up and down with her eyebrows raised.

I looked down and realized what she saw, an ugly 19 year old boy. My body looked like it had never heard of the word gym before, my hair looked like the last time I washed it was a year ago and my clothes were, well, lets just say they looked like they should be in a Great Depression exhibit in a museum. Don't even get me started on my face, it had acne all over, zits,pimples, you name it, I probably had it. I even had the nerdy glasses because I couldn't see without them.

"Life is not that bad, really." She said. I snorted at that,   "Okay, miss I grew up in a loving family and had friends that I could talk to and a house that looked habitable". I knew I was being hard on her, but come on, she had on lululemon sports attire for fucks sake. She looked like she could be on Broadway.

Her eyes softened as she says, "Why are you doing this? I'm sure your family would be glad to help you." I didn't want the pity eyes I got from everyone once they found out my story, so I said, "I don't have any family, except for my sister, Abby."

I swore I could see a little rage in her eyes as she says, "If you think it's okay to kill yourself when your sister is probably waiting to hear from you tomorrow, then you need to have a serious evaluation with someone"

Who the fuck does she think she's talking to? Before I can say anything, she grabs my chin with her hand and looks me straight in the eyes as she said, "Do you think about your sister everyday?" Before I even knew what to say, my brain worked for me. "Of course I do." I say with absolute certainty.

"Then listen to me and promise yourself that you will never forget theses words." I already knew that whatever came out of her mouth, I was automatically going to remember. 

"Never give up on something that you can't go a day without thinking about. Do you understand me?" I did.

"Yes, I will remember that." I say, nodding my head. "Good, go back to your sister right now and tell her you love her and that you are going to change, then start to become the best human being you can be." 

She smiled as she said, "Don't ever give up, after all, you've still got a couple of motherfuckers to prove wrong." She winked at me as I replayed the last few moments, then decided to take her advice. "Before I forget, what's your name?" I ask her. "Diana." She said smiling.

Diana, that was my new favorite name. I didn't even know having a favorite name was a thing until now.

Without thinking, I started running back to Abby's home to go follow Diana's advice. When I realized I didn't have her number. I ran back and discovered she was gone. 

The only thing I can think of is,

Diana Saved My Life.

 Little did I know, the name Diana was going to stick with me forever.

A\N

How do you guys like the story so far??? I always  love the MMC having a tragic backstory, so I knew just what to write.

This was surprisingly easy for me to write, but it did take a full day to finish. I will be coming out with a new chapter hopefully tomorrow.

Thanks so much😘😘😘