The Story She'd Never Write.

2.

Ava's P.O.V (point of view)

A boy. A tall, dark brown haired boy was standing directly on the edge where the water began to plummet down the 60 foot drop. I hesitated on if I should say anything. I didn't want to scare him, but I didn't know what he was doing. Is he going to jump? The thought ran through my head over and over as he slowly inched towards the edge. I opened my mouth but no words came out, I counted to three in my head then said the two most basic words that exist in the english language yet they somehow not only changed his life, but mine as well. 

"Umm," I stuttered, nothing happened. Maybe he didn't hear me? "Hey" I said a little louder. I could tell I startled him because he lost his balance a little then turned around. His face showed no emotion as his eyes ran me up and down. He was close enough that I could see the cut on his forehead, but far enough that I couldn't clearly see his face. He turned his head back around and stared down at the water fall, barley acknowledging the fact that I was even there.  

"What are you doing?" I asked calmly. He still didn't respond. I took a few steps forward and spoke again, "What are you doing?" I asked again. He looked back at me again, this time I got a clearer view of his face. He looked tired, and his cut looked even worse. 

"I- Um," he hesitantly looked away then back at me. "just looking out at the view." He said and took a shaky breath. 

"Oh, ok." I said. I took a few steps closer, to point where I was standing almost right next to him. He looked down at me then down at the rocks and rushing water again. I kept my eyes staring straight out ahead of me, trying to resist the urge to look up at him. I tried to discreetly shift my eyes over to look at him without moving my head. I saw something run down his cheek, then be wiped away by the back of his hand. I looked up at the sky to check if it was raining but the sun was still shining bright, surrounded by a few lonely clouds floating around. I looked over at him again to see his eyes closed and him taking deep breaths through his nose. I looked down at the drop my stomach did a small flip. My heart quivered in my chest as my mind reminded me of what I had originally had come here to do. 

"You should go." I heard quietly, I looked over at him to find that we was already staring at me.

"Wha-" I began to say but was immediately cut off by his hasty, harsh tone,

"You should go." This time he said it much louder, his eyes locked with mine but he rapidly pulled his away and looked to the ground. I didn't know what to say. I always either said to little or to much, but keeping quiet obviously was not an option. I knew he had no right to tell me where to be and when to leave, but I was never the most demanding or confident person when it came to dealing with strangers. Or anybody really. 

"You," I started off but paused awkwardly to think about what I really wanted to say. "I," I said and cleared my throat. "can't leave yet." When I finished I looked back at the ground to avoid anymore awkward staring. 

"Why?" He said angrily. 

"Because," I said well mentally cursing myself, I didn't have a real reason except for that fact that I wanted to. "I just do." I said unsurely. He looked at me again but this time he seemed mad. I stared back up at him, after about a minuet of silence his annoyed and heated facial expression began to soften and his fists unclenched. The harsh demeanor is his eyes seemed to melt away as they became glossy and dim. He timidly looked down as one tear slipped out of his eye, then another, then another and soon enough they wouldn't stop. He looked back up at me with his tear stained cheeks and pink nose.

"Don't you get it!" He shouted. "Nobody cares about me! My parents don't give a shit whether I'm happy, or sad, or loved, or even fed! All they care about is if they have their picture perfect son for their picture perfect lives," He looked down at his hands then back up at me. "Nobody cares," He said a little softer, "Nobody." He said again. He picked his head up and stared over the horizon. I thought for minuet. I felt what he felt, I knew the pain and sorrow that filled up almost his entire life. Its the same pain that took over my life about a year ago. The same pain I had come to end today just like he had. I knew what to say, we where taught how to talk somebody out of making a bad decision in 9th grade. But I also knew none of that would work, I knew that almost anything I could say right in this moment would go in one ear and out the other, just like it had for me. He looked at me again. To him I probably looked afraid, confused, maybe even mad, but I was feeling so much more. 

"You don't understand," He scuffed, "Nobody does and nobody cares, hell I don't even care anymore." I took one step closer to him and stuck out my hand. 

"Wha-?" He started to say well furrowing his brow.

"Hi," I said mustering up all the confidence I had left in me. "I'm Ava Merry. Nice to meet you." I continued to hold out my hand, not moving a muscle, keeping my eyes locked with his. 

"Um," He started to say, keeping his hands by his side, "I um." 

"Whats your name?" I asked and put my hand down by my side. 

"Um, Liam," He responded "What are you doing?"

"Introducing myself to you." I stated.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because," I said and took a deep breath. "Now you have a friend, or at least someone who wants to be your friend."

"You don't know me." He said.

"True," I replied. "But now I know your name, and that makes us partial friends and if you where to leave this earth right now that would make me sad because then I would have had to learn a new name for no apparent reason." I said with a small smile.

"Thats kind of a fucked up reason." He said and looked back at the ground.

"I know," I said. "But at least its a reason, and even if you don't care about me now I care about you. So now you have at least one person on your side. And I would really really really , appreciate it if you would back up and come sit with me." 

"I don't know." He said. 

"Please." I begged. He looked over at me and took one small step back. Relief flooded my body as he slowly made his way away from the edge and over to his shoes.