Don't push me off the edge.

Chapter two - Emma

Who was this guy? And how did he even get up here? I flew up here, but I thought it was almost impossible to climb. No one ever saw me fly up here. And I really didn't think it was possible to climb up here. That's the main reason I loved this place, why I choose this place as my " Home." 'Even though I didn't have a house, Job, family to turn too it didn't matter. I haven't had my stomach growl in years, sure I can eat, But I didn't see the point in spending money on things I didn't really want or need. Same went to water.

Actually that wasn't entirely true, I Needed water, but not much. A lot less then Humans do. And I never knew the reasons I had these things. I did notice my mom didn't eat too much,but I was always hungry hell maybe it was a puberty thing. I did notice it started when I got my period.

When he asked me if it was pretty I was a little creeped Who knows maybe he will capture me, that would be a miracle. 

I nodded, His brown hair moved a little in the small nice breeze. And mine moved quite a bit for someone with short hair. My hair that was covering my bad eye, my eye patched eye. I didn't trust him, I really didn't. All men are the same.

He looked like he was in his twenties and just got out of bed, wearing a white tank top and jeans, looked like he didn't really care what he was wearing. I laughed silently at the thought.

" Do you come here often?" He asked. I nodded, I would only answer questions if asked as long as they were not too personal. I think he looked at me with the corner of his eye, we were just avoiding eye contact.

" You're quiet." He mentioned. I was, I mostly nodded my head even if I really didn't know what the hell anyone was talking about. But I listened to him, he just seemed like some bored guy that decided to sit, and found me while going.

" Do you live around here?" He asked. I nodded, and lied, I didn't know where I lived, I just stayed here and hung out with my " Pet." Wolfs. They came here at night most of the time. Not all the time and that's what I liked.

" How often?" The wind blew harder and moved the hair in front of my eye, I quickly covered it back up.

I shrugged my shoulders, I knew I came here a lot. Probably too much. And really what I wanted was the view, to see my blossom tree that brought back good memories. And I remember me and my mother chopping the trees to give us some space for me to play in. As a child I was girly, as I got older I started to realize what and who I was.

" I see." It was silent for a few moments, I finally broke the silence. " What's your name?" Looking at him I asked. I probably had the most bored look on my face. Mainly cause I was and I might as well pick up the conversation.

" Derek. And you yourself?" He asked me back, it was only respectful to answer back. I looked at the tree. " Emma." I responded. " Cute name." He complemented. I turned away a little bit to cover up my small amount of blush. 

" How did you get up here?" I asked.

" I climbed, it was a bit of a pain and a bit terrifying but it was worth it." So he did climb. Wow, I didn't think that was possible. He might have flew, I didn't hear him after all. And I have pretty good hearing for reasons I still never understood. But he wasn't lying, I would've hear his heart race.

" Why did you come up here?" I asked, I didn't have much of an answer.

" To um, l- look at the blossom tree.I think it's amazing how it's in the middle of the blanket of trees, and it has it's on little area. I wonder if people ever go down there?" He was lying. But he would make a pretty convincing liar if it wasn't for my hearing. I would have believed him, sadly I could only get the answer if he told me. And I confronted he was lying.

" What's the real reason? You stuttered just now." Giving him my reason to assume.

" Alright, I see you up here all the time. And I guess curiosity just got the best of me to I came up here to see you. You seem interesting." he looked at me and I looked at him for a short while. Maybe he could see really well. It wasn't really common. I was surprised really. I looked back at the tree. 

" Cool, I didn't think anyone could see me but I guess I was wrong, better find a different spot I guess," I said my thoughts out loud. 

" No it's cool, you can see my house from here but just barely see my window, and that's were I see you." he confronted, His window looked small from my eyes, I don't think I could see the inside no matter how much I squinted them. So I guess he did have good eye sight.

I didn't really care, it's not like I did anything other then sit, stand up and stretch, and sit back down again. Occasionally I got some water from a stream nearby I sat over there at times as well. This mountain was my home, my life, where all my good memories were. And I couldn't stand looking at my old house. My abusively drunk Sperm downer comes home drunk after work. And then if you screw up his dinner once your life is one step closer to death. I had many scars on my arms because of it. He threw my on the wall, threw me to the floor, he cut me with broken beer bottles, grabbed me by my hair. I never received one thanks.

But that was all after my mom died, and you can probably guess who killed her. My dad, though I called him my sperm downer because I never called him dad or father. I have never even said either of those to him.