Don't push me off the edge.

Chapter seven

**** Derek's P.O.V****

She was standing so close to the edge it scared me, if she moved her foot the wrong way it could lead to her death. I was scared and I called her name

" Don't do it!" I yelled. She turned to me with a confused look.

"Hmm?" She asked, I finally ran up to her, out of breath. I grabbed her hand and made her step away from the cliff. Letting go of it

" I didn't want you to fall. So. I ran up here to stop you." I had to catch my breath in between words, she still had that look on her face.

" I won't fall," She said " I'm careful." Not so careful when your one step away from dying are you?

I sat down and leaned against the mountain more, Emma joined me curled up in her little ball again, arms wrapped around her legs. I decided to start the convo.

" Why are you here in the rain?" I asked. Going to back to the question answer thing that we did.

" I like the rain." She responded blankly.

" Nice, I do too. Um, how old are you anyway?" I really wanted to know, she was shorter then me, maybe older but girls seemed to be always shorter then guys.

" Um, twenty one." She hesitated on answering.

" Cool, twenty two." I answered.

" Why are you nice too me? Why do you care? Why are you-" She kept asking questions and I couldn't think of an answer right away so I stopped her.

" You seem, cool, chill. Someone that's easy to talk to. I feel more comfortable around you then I did my parents, weird huh? I care because I just really care about most people that I like. I want to know more about you, but you don't say anything to personal. I don't mind. It might be hard to talk about it. I get that I guess." Like, that came out so naturally 

There was a long silence between us. Nature broke the silence by thunder rising in the air. Followed by rain. We were covered by the rocks above us.

" I don't get it. How I seem like all those things. But I'm not you. I would say more about myself but . . ." She stopped herself. Not knowing what to say.

" It's okay if you don't trust me, I get it. Honestly I don't trust you completely." That was a lie, I trusted her. maybe because she didn't talk much.

" Why do you always sit up here?" I asked, changing the subject.

She put her face closer to her knees. " Me and my mother always sat up here. We planted that Blossom tree down there and she had some trees around it removed so I could play in it. She was the best mother I could ask for. But my father never liked this place. He was a hateful person. My mother hates him, My grand parents hate him, you would hate him." She never said anything about her hating him. 

" You hate him?" I asked. " Define hate. I just . . . want him dead every time I see him." She clenched her fists. " I always think about it, murdering him. My hands are so longer clean so fuck it. He can go die for all I care, hell, I might-" She sounded insane. She stopped herself.

I Didn't know what he did, even though I wanted to know why she hated him so much. I didn't ask, she answered that for me.

" Drunk son of a bitch." I never heard her swear this much. I hated drunks, I think everyone did.

She started crying, burying her faced in her hands, silently crying. I felt awful for asking such a question. I wrapped my arms around her.

" I'm so fucking sorry. I didn't know anything about it." I kissed her forehead without thinking. Sparks, Why was I feeling it?

She didn't respond to me, I just kept holding her and I swayed side to side holding her. Hoping she would stop crying.

I felt her cold skin and I immediately took off my grey jacket and put it over her shoulders. She put it over herself better. Accepting my jacket. I was getting a little cold but I didn't mind. She stopped crying a little bit. And I kissed her forehead again before letting go of her, feeling those sparks again.

She tried to respond without noise.

" It's not you're fault. But, I can tell you a little bit, if you want." She admitted, looking at me. I liked the idea.

" I would appreciate it." I said honestly. She was being more open around me which I liked.

" First, I want you to promise me that you won't tell anyone. Not the FBI, Police, even if you're life is on the line. I know that's a lot to ask for." This must have been serious.

" Kill me if I do." I smiled. She looked at me seriously.

" To start, I'm something that's all about religion. People say I'm going to hell. What am I kidding, I am going to hell. But, Anyways. I'm a witch." my heart pound, I didn't believe in god, Jesus, Satan, none of that. I didn't really believe in Greek mythology either. I thought it was cool though. " I know that's insanely hard to believe but it's true. I would prove it."

My heart was racing. It got hard to breath, should I be scared of her? Was I scared of her? I didn't know.

" I was in a mental hospital because of it I needed 'help' to control my powers but all it did was drive me crazy." I really didn't believe her, I wanted to but it seemed to unreal.

There was a long silence between us, " Want me to show you?"