Don't push me off the edge.

Chapter three - Derek

I told her how I saw her. I never watched her leave and I never saw her leave, she was either there, or not there. One day I was considering just watching her to see which direction she goes but I didn't want me to think I Looked too much like more of a stalker then I already was.

" So you can.." She said in her sweet innocent voice. She didn't seem like she would hurt a fly, but everyone snaps at some point in time.

" Can what?" I asked. I didn't understand what she was talking about.

" See well, you have the " Magnificent eyes" As they call it, right?" She asked. My eyes were eyes. Normal, nothing good about them according to my doctor. But nothing bad. Just normal,

" What? There's nothing special about them according to my doctor. I get them checked every year." I Mentioned. Nothing that I knew of. Sure I could see her, not very well but enough to make out a human being.

" Maybe I'm wrong. Forget I said that." She ordered. She looked down at the cliff, she was staring at it for some time. It was as if she was in another world. I did that, I did that a lot. Probably more then i should. My world had things that were impossible, I was even thinking about trying to publish a book on it.

" Okay. . . So-" I was going to ask her what she did as a hobby, Oh that's right you sit down all day

" Why do you always come here?" I asked her. There was a moment of silence between us and the wind.

" I suppose I come here to remember things. I don't want to forget the memories I have I suppose. But I have bad ones as well, so it's not always the best thing. . ." She Stuck her face more in here knees, and shrugged. I felt guilty and I shouldn't asked. Even though it was the number one question on my mind.

" Shit, sorry I asked. Um, it's beautiful though! I mean, you have this whole view too look at and enjoy so It's not that bad." I tried to cheer her up. Accidentally swearing. But it was true, she did pick a amazing view.

She shrugged.

She poked her eyes out. " You know it's dangerous sitting here right?" I mentioned. One wrong move and you could slip and die. That would suck if it happened to Emma.

" So why are you sitting here?" She asked. I really just wanted to hang out with her, not much else.

" I asked first." I said, trying to give me an excuse to not say anything.

She shrugged for what seemed like the hundredth time.

" Make sure you don't hurt yourself." I didn't want her to die even if I didn't know her very well. I met her that day so it wasn't much of a relationship we had.

" Sure," The there was a big gust of wind that flew by. Moving all of her hair out of her face. Giving me a better look at her.

Her skin was pale as I expected, And I could see a cut on her throat, was she cutting herself? After a little I saw a few scars, I could tell she was cut, maybe doing it to herself. Which I was afraid of. She was depressed I could tell by the tone of her voice and movements. The thing that made me even more interested was her eye, she had gnaws covering her eye and a black string holding it in place like a pirate. What happened to it? Who did it? Why? My head ran through questions.

She tried to put her hair back in front of it before I saw but failed, I even asked her about it

"What happened to you're eye? If you don't mind me asking." I was trying to be polite about it. She probably wouldn't tell me

" To personal." She looked away. Nailed it.

" Oh, sorry." 

" There's gonna be a big storm tonight. That's unusual." She said randomly out loud, looking at the sky. There were little clouds in the sky, but no sign of storms at all.

" It's a beautiful day out. What are you talking about?" I asked

She shrugged. I was a little tired of that

I asked her more questions throughout the day. More about her. Some she said 'To personal'  Before I knew it it was getting dark. Or at least late.

" Hungry?" I asked. My stomach was starting to growl. I haven't eaten anything all day.

" No," She answered quickly. Her voice sounding a little scared for reasons I couldn't figure out.

" Okay, I think I'm going to head back home before it gets too dark," I stood up, stretching. " Your welcome to join my if you'd like. Come over any time." I offered. She nodded. She didn't talk as much as I hoped, but she hasn't said my name once. Maybe it was hard to remember or she didn't pay attention which was most likely the case.

I climbed down the hill, it was way easier getting down then up. I headed home and looked out the window. She was still sitting there like how I left. Her face popped in my head.

She was beautiful, quiet, but beautiful. Even with an Eye patch I knew nothing about. I had a feeling it was a scar, no blood was on it but she shouldn't be afraid to show it.

I ate that day, and I made something I would eat often, A TV Dinner. I forgot which kind. I just threw it in the microwave and waited a few minutes. the rest of the day I didn't do much. But I thought about the storm, why would she say that? And I thought about her eye. Maybe I could do something.