A Thousand Words

1: Drunk Mum and Suicidal Blue Eyes

C h a p t e r O n e

Silently I laid in the long green grass. My hair untied, spread out getting a few unwanted loose-rooted daisies in my hair. Nevertheless I was oblivious as I listened to the lyrics of a Troye Sivan song blasting into my eardrums. It was getting darker but I didn't care because the night was my favorite scene. My gaze was locked at skies in awe. It lingered of a breathtaking violet and blue-blackish crossing paths creating art in the twilight darkness. I couldn't resist pulling my camera to the sky and took a shot.

I guess my escape was photography. It was the addiction that took the pain away. It felt like I was brought out of recurring the nightmare I lived, into a more calming world where everything seemed better through lenses.
Gently I placed my camera in my backpack, I walked home, I wasn't far anyway.

I stood by the front door, greeted with loud early 90's music and even louder yelling coming from within. It only meant one thing. Mum was pouring her soul in alcohol and sang along to to her classics as what she called Disco Music. Through the thick walls I could hear her off key singing crystal clear.

"What's love got to do? Got to do with it? Who needs a heart— when a heart can be broken" She uneasily sang at the top of her voice.

"Oh Mummy" I quietly whispered to myself.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket

Mikaela: I'm by the bridge, coming?

Me: Sure be there in a few.

I sighed as walked down the stairs of the front porch. She was drunk anyways, it was something I got fond of ever since Jason passed, he was her pride and everything.

I pulled my hoodie over my head as I almost reached the deck of the bridge. The skies where completely dark with sparks of stars glittering the sky. The dime lampposts didn't do any justice. The roads seemed lifeless, they always where around seven pm in this part of New York City.

As I walked along the sidewalk on the bridge I spotted Mikaela in the usually spot she always sat at. She was dangerously dangling her legs over the black vicious waters below the bridge. I carefully I got on the barrier and sat next to her. She had a lite cigarette in between her fingers, she inhaled sucking the life of it.

"It's about time Kennedy" Mikaela said as she released the tobacco in smoky way. She had her dyed red hair in a neat ponytail.

I rolled my eyes "Mikaela come on you're not supposed to be smoking" I grabbed the pint-sized cigarette she had and threw it into the water.

Her grey eyes saddened. They always looked sad, as her lips have never had a genuine smile in a long time.

"It's hard, you know when the one thing that makes you numb is also the the one thing that's slowly killing you" She ran her fingers through her ponytail.

"Did you just say something deep" I mocked her.

Mikaela was soon to be turning twenty-one, she was kind of like family to me. She was rebellious, law-student dropout, and currently spent her days locked in her art room painting.

"This is why you don't have friends your age—"

'You used to call me on my, you used to, you used to
You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone'

Mikaela stepped onto the deck and did the ridiculous hotline bling dance that slightly made me giggle; she then answered her phone.

"Mama's —got to, go." She said shortly afterwards still glancing at her iPhone screen.

"But you told me to come here" I whined.

"Sorry my little seed mama's got to go bail Sue out of prison, again." She said as she began to walk away.

"Did you seriously call me little seed Mikaela!" I bellowed as she disappeared into the darkness.

Once again I was left alone. The wind heavily blew towards me, weakening my balance as I dangerously sat extremely high on an unsteady railing. My camera was in my hands, I glimpsed at the gloomy violent waters below with the help of my camera lenses. The tidy was high and loud, compared to the silent city across the bridge. It just seemed as if everything, the lights, cars, moved in a time-lapse motion. I turned my back to gaze at the bridge adjacent towards the left. It was by length not so far probably two meters across.

The bridge was more of an old-narrow train track with no railings making it extremely dangerous. I personally thought of these bridges as the suicidal bridges reasons for this name where pretty obvious. People who attempted to commit suicide either had two options. To jump on the left side which was train railway or the right side into the unforgiving rocky waters.

I witnessed one get mushed by a train which was horrific. I wondered why Mikaela liked it here so much.

I shifted my stance towards my original position, zooming my camera to the side railing of the bridge I was on. I waited for it to focus. A face appeared on the screen on my camera, mindlessly I accidentally snapped a shot. I was thankful the unknown boy didn't realize I was a few inches away from him.

The wind grew aggressive triggering my flowing hair into my eyes impairing my vision, though it was dark I observed him, he had a black hoodie covering his slender figure.

He gazed down on the harsh liquid, completely paralyzed to my presents. I remarked his hair was a shade of brunette it could possibly be blonde for all I knew. My eyes followed him closely as he stepped on the ledge, he took a few shaking steps as if his legs where in agonizing pain. He's breathing got tight. He was now in a treacherous position and could have easily fallen in rocky water, unless that was his intention. He hesitantly took tiny steps towards the very edge of the bridge. He took a glance at the water bellow again.

"Don't jump!" I exclaimed out loud unintentional.

Swiftly he turned his head trying to figure where the voice came from. At that moment his distinguishing light blue eyes found my brown ones. They reflected of the moon, brightening his sad blue eyes making them seem like crystals.

"Quinn."

I gasped as my heartbeat rapidly increased, I jumped upon the deck of the bridge. Without delay I begin to run as fast as my legs could carry me.

How did he know my name?

TEEHEE
-
I don't know why I just said teehee, I think I'm watching way too many Ryan Higa videos. So what do you think vote and comment down below 👇🏽
Don't be a ghost reader😔

Indiefreak