I slowly open my eyelids, my eyes landing on the clock across the room. 5:00 am. Perfect. I hurriedly get out of my soft bed and the darkness seems to hide as the sun starts to peak over the horizon. I slip out of my tee shirt and sweats, pulling out my 'I don't care if I'm on the naughty list; That was funny' shirt and jeans with an old sweatshirt. It wont matter in an hour or so. I slip on my sneakers and open my bedroom door. It creaks and squeaks like no tomorrow, but my parents and sister don't seem to hear. Thank god I live in a one-story house, I think.
I run down the hallway to the door as quickly and quietly as possible, taking a pen and paper off the counter before I leave. Stepping into the cold December air, I take a long, deep breath. Taking the piece of paper from my pocket, I rip it in half, scribbling the words, "gone fishing" on it before dropping it on the doorstep. I hope my family like their gift!
A door closes, and I look to the neighbors house, were a cute boy with brown hair and a blue jacket steps outside. I never knew someone even lived there... Eh. I turn my head back to the street and skip my way to the side of the main road, looking both ways before crossing. I see the boy do the same, but from a farther part of the road. Probably going to Starbucks down the road or something. I once again return my ever so distracted self in the right direction, smiling at the bridge appearing in front of me.
I feel my eyes widen with excitement as I start running towards the bridge, running up to the highest point and staring down at the icy water below, my mind racing. I once again take the other half of the ripped paper from my pocket and tear it in two.
Dear family,
I hope you like your gift! If you don't mind, here are some things I want for Christmas!
-someone to care
-people to listen
-no one to pity me
-actual love
-someone to find this
-someone to try and stop me.
Oh wait, no one would attempt the last one.
~Stacy Anne Hinojosa
I smile and place the note in the railing. "Wait!" A voice calls. I spin around, finding myself face-to-face with the boy. His eyes were sparkling and filled with concern. "Stacy? Remember me? Zachary Graser? We used to be best friends...?" He chokes up on the last part, making his voice crack. My eyes widened. Why was he here? "How did you- why did you...? That doesn't matter anymore. You cant stop everything like when we were kids. You cant swoop me away like an object and save my stupid little mind with a kiss. Not again." I turn my back to the shocked boy and put my hand on the freezing cold railing.
"W-What?! You- Stacy! You cant be serious! I never treated you like an object! You left me. Those thoughts were irrelevant. You told me so..." He panicked, turning my face to his. "Listen, just stop and help me get up on this rail. I want to hit that rock right there." I groan, pointing to a big, hard rock sticking out of the water. His eyes filled with horror and he grabbed my shoulders, ramming his lips into mine. "Im no-t letting yo-u leave me- again." He breathes through kisses.
"Argh! Get off of me! Your artificial love wont save me now. Zach, I loved you and you treated me like you owned me. Just like everyone else. Nothing can save me." I screech, punching his body off mine. "You know what? Fine. You shut out the people who care and say no one cares. Well. I do care about you, but since you don't believe it, fine." He holds his hands up in a form of surrender. "You win." He sighs, walking away.
I try to hold back the tears, and turn back towards the rail. I cant do it. I cant. I lost the motivation to die. I want to live. I want to find out what happens next. What is my next chapter? What happens now? What do I do? I'm not going back home...
Zachary...
HI! So... Depressing chapter, but I want to tell you guys that someone cares, and if you think no one does, more then a few people care. Tons care. I love you guys, and have a great night/day/afternoon! Night!
~Cazzy
