Live While We're Young

Chapter 26

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.