~Somebody Save Me~$crim

Water $uicide

!!DISCLAIMER/WARNINGS!! 

This story contains talks of suicide, self harm, abuse, drug use, sex, foul language, death, and mental illness. Reader beware and be advised that these chapters will likely contain all if not some of the following triggers!!  Enjoy :)

I stood on the edge, my hands gripping onto the railing that was overlooking the choppy, unforgiving waters of Lake Pontchartrain. I could hear the sounds of cars passing by, people screaming and honking at me to get down. I drowned everything out, only sounds of my heart racing rang throughout my ears.  At this point in time nothing mattered besides my own timely death. I wasn't sure what the fuck I was waiting for, or why I was still standing here. It had been ten minutes since, I should have been dead already. 

Was it because I was afraid? Was it because I had second thoughts? No, absolutely not. It had been because someone else was taking my fucking idea and was standing on the other side of me. "Ya know, if you really wanted to die, you would have jumped already." I looked over at the person briefly. His blonde dreads covered most of his tattooed face but I could still see his eyes. They were wide and unsure, a gorgeous blue, but also dead inside. Exactly like my own. 

"Listen, I don't know who the fuck you are or why you're here but you should really take your own advice. You've been standing there just as long as I have. If you really wanted to die, you wouldn't be standing here talking to me and would have jumped already." He stares out into the distance, his lips forming a slight curve as he lets out a scoff. "You're right, maybe I don't really want to. Maybe I'm only here because I wanted to see who else was just as fucked up in the head like me."

My mind is running a million miles a second as I suddenly find myself feeling conflicted. "We can jump together then?" I mentally smack myself for even thinking that thought let alone saying it out loud. He looks over at me, this time a full smile gracing his face. "Or we could not jump at all and I could get to know you instead?" My brows raised suspiciously but before I could even second guess it, the mystery man was now gone and standing behind me, his arms wrapped around my tiny frame as he hoisted me back over the ledge. Well, there goes dying today.

"Why don't we get the fuck outta here before the cops show up and lock both us up. You got a ride?" I shake my head. I wasn't planning on living so planning a getaway wasn't on the list. "Come on shorty, you can roll with me." Surprisingly I didn't hesitate and I followed alongside him quickly, seeing an all black SUV come into view in the lonely parking lot. He opens the passenger door for me which I climb in and mumble a simple thanks.  Wherever we were driving to, I didn't exactly ask nor did I care, truthfully. "So what's your name? How bout we start there?" I press my lips together, sighing. "Sunny,  Sunny Ashton. And you are?" He flashes a smile, revealing a couple gold teeth I hadn't noticed earlier. "Scott or Scrim. But you can call me whatever you'd like to. Where are you from Sunny?" I then ramble on some that I was from the 7th ward of New Orleans to which Scott basically slams the brakes and almost sends me flying out of my damn seat.

"What?! You're from my neighborhood?! How come I ain't ever seen you or met you before?" I shrug, keeping my view out the window. "I haven't been home in a while, I've been out and about, trying to figure shit out in the world, maybe get clean this time around. I'm sure you know how that is." He nods simply in response. "That explain why you were up on the bridge?" I just give him a knowing stare . "Well do you like music? Me and my cousin, we make music and shit. You ever hear of $uicideboy$?" I let out a soft chuckle. Sure I had heard of them, they were widely popular here at home and out in California where I was staying for a while. You mean to tell me that I was just saved from certain death by the actual $crim? How lucky am I?