Stolen

Hester

I'm in the hospital. And with me is a tall guy, very handsome. He brought me here, at least that's what he told me.
,,Sweetheart, I have some good news!" He says, after looking at her phone. ,,My man, Adien, will take you home." I feel even more confused. ,,But the bullet wound...Should I not stay in the hospital?" Tonight I found out that my father is a mob boss...And everything turned upside down for me. Then I was shot– I'm acctually sure that it was meant to be deadly. Then came that man who took me to hospital, telling me some odd shit. And it brings me to that one and only one thing, over and over again:
What the actual fuck?!
,,They would start to ask questions like 'how did it happen' and so on. I am not in the mood for that, and I'm sure that you would rather to go home, too?" To that I nod. No matter how strange the situation is, I'm tired. Too tired.
when I thought that my world is upside down because my father is a maffia boss, then this here is a new level.
,,I can't marry a stranger!" I said, raising my voice, as I spoke to the girl named Brymlee. ,,I can't..." and then I railed off. What's it that it would change when I tell them that I simply don't want to? Nothing. It's as if a kid would say that she doesen't want to go to sleep. In the end, what does it change? They still have to, becauae their parents said so.
And so I nod.
Later on, it came out that my family knew alredy– Presley and Jay seemed happy about me leaving. Presley liked to remind me how the man I am to be married with is seven years older than me.
,,He's technically like a shugar daddy for you. Rich and old." Presley told me, while I was packing my bags. I had to move to the other side of the country. And it all happened in just three days.

The guy, Conan, who had taken me to the hospital, had tried to cheer me up a cuple of times, but... it really didn't help.
,,I'm going for a quick ride." I said to my mother while searching for the car keys.
I drove to— I acctually don't know where to. Just somewhere. In the radio, some people were talking about young people commiting suicides. And it gave me an idea.
Because everything else in my life will be no different– I get to choose nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I pulled my car over on the parking lot, next to one cliff edge. At summer time, I could find tourists there, but right now, at autumn, it's empty.

One step, I think. One step, and it could all be over.

I looked down, thinking about how I didn't say goodbye to anybody. About how I never kissed anyone in my entire life. About how I will die as a virgin.

I heard a car aproaching, probably just driving by.

Only one step.

And to be honest, it wasn't even that hard, I realized, as I let my self take the one last, tiny step.

I did it.