Time passes by - A Zedd Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Cassey's POV

Any idea what my name is? 'Course you do.
My name's Cassey Robinson. In other words, Porter Robinson's sister. People really don't know about me. I'm just a loner who barely has a friend. Even one.

They think I'm depressed and all..But yeah, I guess that's true. I mean really. I have been cutting my arm for a long time now. It's just about our family, my bullies, grades, ex's and more. I really just..can't take it anymore. I really have to do suicide.

I mean, there is so much to live for, but I'm done. I'm done. Done with all of my problems and other shit. I give up.
Today, I just have to jump off a building, ending my life.

Porter might notice that I'm hiding something, but yes I am.

I walked downstairs with shirt , jeans , shoes and hoodie on, avoiding Porter.

"Hey Cass! Where you going today? Mind if I come along?" I got a little surprised which he was actually beside me, I looked at him with a fake smile. "Nono, It's okay. I can go alone. I'm going to a food shop and buy some food. Yeah?"

He frowned, "Aw man. Buy me some bacon alright?" He smiled and raised his hand, We high-fived. I chuckled, "Alright alright."

I went out, feeling the breeze. "Jeez it's cold.." I muttered and put on my hood, scared for being judged by people on how I look right now.

Today was winter, as always. I kinda actually like winter. It's breeze and snow was actually cool. Though I'll miss it being here..

I'm not actually going to the food store anyway. Suicide is for the best. I have to.

While I was walking on the sidewalk, I saw a couple. Holding hands. Though they look familiar..

Oh. It's my ex with my bully, Brendan and Marielle. I looked at them with dullness in my eyes. Half of my mind is telling me to say hi and the other half is telling me to punch them. I'll go with neither.

I stopped walking and looked at them, and I gotta say, I was a bit shocked that I didn't know that they were in front of me already.

"Move bitch." Marielle said. "Marie!" Brendan said then looked at Marielle. "What? She's a whore anyway." Brendan looked at me with frown and I know, he wanted to say sorry.

"I'm sorry.." I muttered and walked away, still looking for a tall building. "Ugh! Bitch better walk faster!" I heard Marielle said.

"Sure.." I muttered and ran to find buildings. Then I found one. Perfect.

I ran to the building and entered. It was almost like a mansion inside here damn!

I shook my head and went to the elevator and got in. I pressed the number 20 which leads to the rooftop, then in a few seconds, I was here.

I went out of the elevator and looked around. Literally nothing but some vending machines and some benches.

I walked to the front, slowly. I felt the wind hit me. Crazy weather isn't it? I still walked to the front, now I'm near the end.

I readied my arms. But suddenly someone hugged me from behind. "What are you doing?" It was a guy, I turned around and saw a Russian German looking guy. "Oh uh.." I started.

"You look familiar.." He let go of his grip on me and turned me around, facing him. He tilted his head, "You're Cassey Robinson aren't you? Porter's sister?"

Shit. I thought. I scratched my nape, "Y-Yeah..How'd you know?" I faked a smile.

"I'm Anton. Porter's best friend. I have seen you a lot lately, but we barely chat." He chuckled after. I chuckled with him, "Heheh..Yeah.."

After a few minutes of silence, he told me to sit on a bench with him, and I said okay. "So..what are you doing here?" He asked me with his sweet smile. It's gorgeous, I gotta say. "W-Well..Its a long story.." I looked away.

"Oh please, Cass. I got some time." He said, keeping his smile on. I sighed, "Alright alright.."

"When I was 9 years old, my family was lovable and caring that time. They helped me and Porter with some stuff going on with our lives and They were always there for us. Everyday. Then, 3 years went by. I was 12 and Porter was 14. Our parents were still lovable but they weren't there for us to keep company anymore. 3 years went by again. I was 15 and Porter was 17. Our family started treating us badly. Every time I get home, I always see my father drunk as fuck and my mother just texting someone with a smile on her face. I knew my mother was cheating though. 3 years went by again, I got 18 and Porter is 20. It was my birthday today for being 18 and what I had was the worst present ever. My parents moved to Australia, leaving us 2 behind. Without a care. Luckily Porter has enough money to pay the bills, since he's a celebrity.. I wanted to help though, but I can't. Then today. I'm 20 right now and Porter is 22. Today I've been through a lot. Depression, anxiety and other stuff like that. I got bullied. I can't even forget about my ex. Then today, I came here. I lied to Porter that I was going to the food shop but..I went here instead."

"You're here for what then?" Anton said with a frown. "Suicide is the answer." I replied happily. Then I slowly started crying. "What? No Cass. Listen. You're here for a reason. God created us all and he doesn't want us to waste our lives. God will be unhappy that you will waste your life into some problem you got..But please, I'm here to help. Porter is here to help. We are all here to help you. You're not the only one who's suffering in this world, Cassey. A lot of people been through this," Anton held my hand, "Why..would a pretty girl be suffering from a serious problem?" Anton looked at me with a smile on his face. I blushed. "W-Well.."

He chuckled. "Am I that handsome to you or what? Or was it just my words?"

"W-Words!" He chuckled again and I chuckled back. I heard a phone rang, it wasn't mine though. "Oh. Be back in a second." He said and quickly got his phone out, answered it and walked away from me a bit.

I stared at him. Why would he think I'm pretty? I'm just some whore who has problems going on and on. Depression sucks. I just want to get over it.

He caught me staring and smiled at me. He mouthed, 'Were you looking at my ass?'

I blushed, "What?! No!" I shouted. He chuckled and returned to his phone.

Few seconds went by. His phone call was done and he walked over to me and sat next to me. "I was talking with Porter. He asked me if I have seen you so I said yes. I told him about the whole depression thing and he was like, oh god. Sooo..He asked me to bring you home. You okay with that?"

I nodded. "Great! Let's go then." He said and grabbed my hand walked to the elevator to go down.

Today, I think someone is about to change my life. But I'll be keeping my problems for now.