She Wanted to be Saved

Chapter 6

Malory's POV

I was going to do it, I started leaning a little more off the edge. They say just before you die your life flashes before your eyes, I really didn't want to go through my miserable life and memories again but if that's what it took, I would do it. The tears continued down my face as everything seemed to blur and the only thing I could here was the howling of the wind and the gushing of the water and a continuous thumping that got louder and louder, it sort of sounded like someone running on hard wood but in couple of seconds it wouldn't matter. Nothing in reality would matter. The only thing that would matter would be the sweet, bitter blackness and peace, I would finally be free.

I was yanked back snapping back to reality as two strong, toned arms wrapped around my chest and ripped me away from my freedom. The man, I guessed, held me to his chest. He had me off the side of the bridge in seconds as my feet landed on hard ground. My eyes flashed open.

"Are you okay?" He said in a husky, male teenage voice, he sounded slightly out of breath. I was to stunned to answer, no one should be out here. No should have been here to stop me. He released his arms from around me and slowly turned me around so we were chest to chest. All I could see was the bottom of his chin and his chest.

I dreaded to look up, my hoodie still concealed my tear stained, make-up free face. Then he gently lifted his arms up.

No, no, no please don't. You don't wanna know me, you don't want to see me. With a slow, tender movement he pushed my hood from my head. I looked up and met his eyes. His eyes were a bluish-green, my breath hitched and his eyes widened a little.

He was hot. He had blonde hair that reached his eyebrows that arched with concern and surprise and a square chin with high cheekbones.

Maybe I was dead.

All he was missing was his white, fluffy angel wings. I forced my eyes to leave his face and looked around us to see if there was anyone else around. I then looked at our feet, we had matching converses and then I realised how close we were. I could feel his warm breath on the top of my head and smell his cologne. I took a step back. I looked back up to meet his eyes again as he stuttered, "are.. are you okay?"

I took in his concerned look. Why should he care? It's not like I'm important, his probably out here to pull a prank on me or something.

I sniffled, wiped away the tears from my cheeks and whispered, "I.. I.. I don't know anymore." I turned my face to look at the ground and let my hair fall over my face like a curtain. I could feel a few more stray tears escape the edges of my eyes.

Bloody hell, I hated crying in front of people. Jesus, get it together Malory. I could feel my cheeks warm, they were probably red. I've never been in this situation before especially not with someone like him. Our breathing was both fast and the wind blew all around us. I shouldn't have said anything. I should have just walked away and tried again tomorrow night.

Then he did something that surprised me the most. With one of his strong, soft hands he tucked the hair that separated us behind my ear and with the other he put under my chin and angled my face so I had no other place to look other then his beautiful deep aqua, emerald eyes. His eyes were sad and his mouth curved in a friendly yet worried way.

He lent down and whispered in my ear, "darling you're beautiful. Please don't leave this world you're still yet to live. Please stay strong." The boy then slipped a bit of paper in my hand, "I have to go home but in exactly one hour I want you to call me. Okay? Stay strong."

I slowly nodded. He then wiped the tears from my face and hugged me, wrapping his arms tight and secure around me. We stood like that for a little while, I didn't bother hugging him back. He would soon forget about me and not care, just like everyone else.

He released me and kissed my forehead then held my eyes for a few more seconds before walking back the way I assumed he came from. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets and he was hunched over. I looked to the edge of the bridge, it didn't look so appealing anymore.

I then turned around heading home. I took out the piece of paper from where he had placed it in my hoodie pocket. It said Jackson with his number scribbled on a torn off piece of paper. Who has a piece of paper with their name and number on it in their pocket? Maybe he just made sure he always kept one in his pocket to give to every girl he sees. Probably. I scrunched up the piece of paper and threw it off the bridge.

The one thing I knew was that I wasn't going to let another person into my life, I was the only one I could trust now.