He Saved Me; He Killed Me

Chapter One

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The night could have chosen to be anything it wanted and yet it chose to echo the empty void of my soul. The air holding an arctic wind that howled the showering pelts of rain down hard onto my poor converetable, the only sound of knocking on my roof and the occasional thunder following it's consort l ightening. Lighting the gloomy sky enough to see death's rage unleashed upon earth.

A forboding now loomed in the air as my speedometer reached a height of eighty five. But I could care less, for the rain, my speed, and for the bitter frost that chilled my aching skin in my too thin red frabric dress that showed bare skin in it's ripped tares. A reminder of the sick fuck.

The thought sends bile rising but for the sake of my sanity as well as my mouth I push that away as well as the heart wrenching thoughts of the party I was trying to get the fuck away from, zooming with gaining speed. To push distance between me and him.

Oh god...him-No! Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop! Focus. I force myself to think straight through gritted teeth, looking out the obscurred windshield that seemed to be washing over like a waterfall making it almost impossible to see in the dimly lit streets. And it's due to this fact and my now swerving speed that I barely miss sight of the bridge. Death Valles Bridge. The name comes to mind along with the disturbing suicides that accommodated and earned it it's name. This was the place of the dead, a place I couldn't even imagine myself, even now, jumping in a malestrom sure to await me. A fate I would gladly never jump to, literally.

The thoughts stike strong and fast as I pass the blurr of the passing lights, the river below a crazy storm of it's own. I look out in wonder at it's deadly beauty as it quickly rushes down the stream.

And that's when I see it, a white dot in all the black, an obtrusion of a stain on a painting. It's that little fact that the figure teetering on the edge of the ledge didn't go, that it didn't look right that pulls me to bring my car to a screeching halt and put it in reverse until that black dot becomes a drenched figure not three feet away looking on the verge of jumping. The sight causes my heart to slowly drop and my face to pale in realization. The horrid tales whispered around the school playing like a broken record in fast motion.

This can't be happening. It shouldn't be happening...but it is and what does a person witnessing such a human atrocity do, act, to something like this?

The thoughts soar in milliseconds before I bolt out of the protection of my car and bare foot into the bone chilling rain that threatens hypothermia. The cold immidiatley sharpens my senses as every aspect of my body protests on moving forward but I push through, hugging my naked arms around my shivering body. Looking around the vacant street my eyes finally land to the oblivious silhouette not seeming to have heard or maybe just ignored my dramatic entrance.

"H...hey!" I yell out through clattering teeth, mentally slapping myself the moment I see the figure tense and stumble forward. I squeak in suspenseful shock as I watch the figure steady themselves. Idiot. I scold myself taking another shuffle forward.