I wake up with my brother no longer in my room. I grab my phone and turn it on.
Oh, only about a million texts and missed calls from Harry.
I open the latest text from him.
'Im almost at your house, I'll be there in half an hour. Please don't be mad, I love you so much babe' it says.
I write a note for my family.
'Gone to the ocean cliff side, I'm sorry. I love you all..'
I quickly grab a sweatshirt, throwing it on, and get in my rusty, old pickup truck.
The engine roars to life as I turn it on.
I guess anxiety still has me in a hold, because I don't want to do this but something is drawing me to do it.
I drive out of my driveway and drive to the ocean. Not any part of the ocean, but a cliff that is probably three hundred feet above the rough, rocky ocean below.
I walk over to the cliff and look down.
I pull off my sweatshirt and toss it into the truck.
I then seat myself on the very edge of the cliff, trembling worse than before.
I pull myself up and pace to the truck. I relax my whole body, closing my eyes, no longer hearing the rough wind or the crashing waves below. I hear nothing.
I take slow, steady steps towards the cliff. I never know when I'll step off, as my eyes are closed.
"NICOLE!" Someone screams, pulling me into their grip.
Opening my eyes, I see that I was a step away from going off the cliff to my death.
"Are you crazy?!" He screams over the hollering winds.
He pulls me into a tight hug.
I try pulling away, but he won't let me.
"Harry let go!" I say.
"I'm not letting you commit suicide!" He says, showing the note I wrote to my family.
"Let me go!" I say again, thrashing at his chest.
"Stop struggling, I'm not letting you off that cliff!" Harry screams.
I break down crying.
I'm not the only one crying, the sky is too. And I'm getting drenched.
I weakly continue to punch Harry's chest, him holding me tight. That was all useless, because now I'm just tired.
He starts pulling me to the car, but I keep pushing away.
"Let me go!" I say, punching and kicking at him.
"Zayn, take her pickup truck please and follow us," Harry commands.
Oh, great, he brought Zayn along.
I get thrown into the backseat and Harry buckles me in.
I try opening the back door, but no luck. Stupid child lock.
"Harry, let me out!" I say.
He ignores and starts driving.
"When was the last time you went to therapy?" He asks.
"When I was with you, now let me out!" I say.
I punch the window to find out that it is really strong, and that I have barely any strength left in me.
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Live While We're Young
FanfictionWarning, I wrote this story when I was twelve, with the help of my other twelve year old pals.