Chapter 2

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Before I knew what was going on someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"You can't do this." A male voice whispered.

"Yes I can! Please jut let go!" I yelled without opening my eyes.

He turned me around so I would face him.

"Hey look at me." He said.

I slowly opened my eyes. I found a pair of gorgeous blue eyes meeting my gaze.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked.

"Because anywhere is better than this living hell!" I yelled.

"Hey, hey. Calm down. I know your stressed but suicide isn't the way ou-"

"Yes it is! It is when you've gone trough torture for 17 years! It is when you can't deal with life anymore." I said making the last part barely audible.

"When you can't deal with life you keep going no matter how hard it gets. You only get to live once." He replied.

"Easy for you to say."

He walked over to the ledge.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Why does that matter?"

"It doesn't." He replied

"Rihanna. My name is Rihanna."

He nodded. I watched in horror as he climbed the ledge.

"I'm Chris by the way."

"Wha- what are you doing?" I asked.

"Committing suicide." He said.

"What?! You can't do that!" I yelled.

"Now you know exactly how I felt."

"I'm sorry." I replied

He climbed off the ledge, and walked over over to me. He held my shoulders.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I just want you to promise me something tough." He said.

"And what is that?" I asked.

"That your never going to try that again."

"Ok. I promise." I replied.

"Pinky promise?" He asked holding his pinky out and smiling.

"Pinky promise." I replied crossing our fingers together and smiling.


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