I dived into the freezing water.
Where is she? I nearly scream.
I swam over to you as fast as possible and brought both our heads above water.
Your teeth were chattering. I think mine were too.
I wrapped my arms around you.
"Let's stay away from bridges for a while 'kay?"
You laughed. "Okay."
With our spine chilled bodies, we walked in the coffee shop.
You pushed away the hot coffee.
"Drink or Die," I deadpanned.
You still pushed the drink away.
I took a sip of mine and wrapped a blanket tighter around me. "I know college is stressful but I'm pretty sure you still have to pay tuition from the grave."
You laughed, and finally took a sip of your coffee.
"So," I said. "How long have you been..." I searched for the right word. "Trying to kill yourself?"
You sighed. "Since high school."
I nodded.
"My dad," you sighed. "He was an alcoholic, and my mom was a druggie." You rolled your eyes. "They were a match made in hell. They abused each other and me. I was put in foster care at ten. I started cutting at eight and a half. I committed six or seven times, I was always caught before any real damage could happen. I haven't tried to commit in six months that's why my foster mother was okay with me moving out."
We had known each other for two months and became somewhat of friends.
"Give me your phone," I said.
With wary eyes, you handed it to me.
I put my number in and called my cell so that I would have yours.
"Anytime, and I mean anytime, you feel like that call me."
You opened your mouth.
"I don't care if it's 3 am," I said. "Or if I'm in class just call."
You nodded. "Thanks, Adam."
"No problem El."
And you smiled.
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"Hey man," Josh says catching up to me. "You can't keep going to la la land during meetings."
"You're doing a good job as my Assistant Director, I should promote you."
"Dude what's wrong?" he asks.
"What's the day?" I ask, still walking.
"What?"
"I said 'what's the day?'"
"Tuesday?" he half asks.
"What's the full date?"
"April 19th." Then realization dawns on his face.
"She left me this exact day a year ago," I say.
"I'm sorry bro," he says. "Come on let's do something fun."
"Like?" I ask, letting him change my direction.
"Bars, babes, you name it," he says. He shuts his car door. "Whatever it does to make you feel better."
"Thanks for being a good friend," I tell him.
He waves me off. "It's in the job description."
A/N:
Next update is April 26th.
