Don't Jump

Chapter One

"Defendent, Darrel Saunders, has been dismissed of all charges, due to lack of hard evidence. He will have a restrainging order placed on him along as our Victim, Miss Rylin Brooks. Court is dismissed."

I swear my heart shattered when I heard the gavel smack the wooden desk belonging to the judge. He couldnt get away with this. He raped me. He took my innocence, and stole the last couple years from me. After that dreadful night, I havent even walked outside at dark. Im never alone, and have never sipped alchol like most teens- scared that it may be spiked.

I felt a small trembling hand clamp down on my shoulder causing me to return to reality. I turned my attention to my mom who was dabbing her eyes with a tissue, and staring at me with wide eyes. Knowing no words could fix the heartbreak we both felt, I pulled her into a tight embrace. Her warm figure shook as her tears fell onto my black dress.

I still hadnt got over the shock, and was just blankly staring into space. When I felt my mom pull away, I shifted my weight backwards. My eyes scanned the room, and instantly locked with his. He was smirking at me, like he knew he got away with it and could again. His look frightned me, it made me think he was going to push his luck, and try just once more. Not being able to stand the intense emotions pumping through my blood, I ran out the two wooden exit doors, dismissing my mothers calls. When I broke out onto the white tiled flooring of the hallway, I could feel their curios gazes. Ignoring all the people that loitered the hall ways, I practically ran to my destination.

The small door creaked open, making me flinch at the high pitched noise. Cautiously I stepped through the walkway, and onto the small pebbles. They crunched under my heels, and caused walking to be a diffucult task. Slowly I walked to the edge of the building, and peered over the edge. Below me cars bustled along the road ways, honking at the occasional driver. It amazed me how some people had the perfect life when other had lives that would make even the devil cringe. Me? Well clearly mine wasnt so great, and I wasnt exactly dancing through flowers everyday.

I must have stood there staring off into space for a while because when I glanced back down to the busy street a small crowd of probaly ten had formed. They were all looking up at me and motioning with their hands to back away from the ledge and come down. I noticed one lady on the phone, presumably contacting the authorites.

I felt my heart rate spike at the possibility of not finishing what I started. But its to late, I am done cowering away in fear of him anymore. I am sick of the pitiful looks I receive by teachers when I dont participate. I hate the way I cant relax in the joy of alonetime- I can never be alone. I envy those who's only worries consist of if they chiped a nail, or if their makeup is smeared under their eyes.

I noticed the crowd had nearly tripled, and among those bystanders was none other than my mother. I couldnt hear her wails, but without a doubt she was crying as she clutched onto a police officer. A few other officers were blowing up a air filled mattress to break my fall. As if I wouldnt just jump on the other side? Through a megaphone A officer spoke however I couldnt understand his words because at the same time, I felt two muscular arms circle my waist. Instantly fearing that he had came back for me, my self defense mode kicked in. I threw my right elbow back into his stomach, as my left hand pried one of his hands away.

Well at least thats what I visioned happened. What really happened was me swingung my arms and legs around, hoping to strike my attacker. All was in vain, when I heard a masculine and husky voice whisper in my ear. "You Jump, and I jump with you." I felt my eyes widen at the strangers words. I could not let this person jump because I did. But I also couldnt leave the top of this building alive. Because once you enter Southside Correctional Complex, you come back without depression, but also without memeories. And although I have some things I would give my last dime to get rid of, I have other things I will forever love. Like the time my dad held the seat of my bike in one hand and a handle bar in the other as he taught me to ride a bicylcle.

"Let go of me! I have to do this, you dont understand! You probaly have this great fucking life where everything is perfect but I dont! Just let me do this... Please?" I spoke as my voice drifted off into a quiet whisper. "I told you already, you can jump, but I am right after you." The person behind me spoke. I was just about to yell at him and tell him he is tottaly insane, but instead I calmly turned around in his arms- assuming he was bluffing. "Fine". And with that I walked backwards and spread my arms like an angel. Without batting an eyelash I fell backwards from where I stood on the edge.

While I was falling I felt the cold wind comb through my hair. My eyes watered from the sudden wind, and I felt a smile spread across my face. Then blackness consumed me.

Okay so thoughts? Comment please! This is clearly not the end, and I will be more than happy to continue once I know if people like what I write. Thanks ~ bre