I Do It For Her

To Save Her Life

WARNING: This chapter contains the trigger subject of suicidal tendencies. If this subject bothers you, I do not recommend that you read this chapter.

She thinks that no one loves her, and that the only way for her to fit in is to be alone. She's been bottling up for years, and the pain of her loneliness is slowly killing her, and she can't take it anymore.

I'm helpless as I see her climb the rail of the bridged and swing her legs over the side. The blue abyss below her, waves crashing against the pillars at sea level.

She wants to jump, and no one can stop her.

Others are calling out her name, demanding that she get back on the bridge. But if any try to move toward her, the closer she leans to the ocean, ready to fall in and let the water claim her.

The tears in her eyes role down her cheeks, like they're desperately trying to go home. Her beautiful blue eyes reflect the color of the water below, as if they belong together in the end.

Others are forcing the crowd around us to back up, and some are fighting to get to her, screaming for her to stop. But she won't listen. She'll never listen. She's been through too much to stop the train she's on. Her heart is broken, and so is her mind. But to be fair, they were probably broken before they even had the chance to be whole.

Her head draws closer to the overlooking space between her and the place she longs to go. And in the mist of all of the people pushing others away, I struggle forward, making my way to the rail.

I'm shouted at and others try to catch me. One even rips off my jacket in effort to grab my arm. I won't be stopped. Not when her life is on the line.

Before anyone can catch me, I leap over the rail, so close that I can touch her. There's barely two feet of concrete to the edge, and almost a mile to the waves below. When she notices that I'm behind her, her pale skin becomes whiter than the clouds. Her blue eyes fade to a sad gray that doesn't below with her. The hair that's been whipping around her face almost freezes in mid-air.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, her voice shaking just as much as her body. "What do you want?"

I swallow my nerves and take a step toward her. In response, she takes a step back, closer still to the starting point for her possible fall.

I too go closer to the ledge before us, and sigh, "I'm ready when you are." She looks at me like I'm crazy and as though she doesn't quite understand.

"Ready for what?" Mid sentence, her voice cracks, and I breaks my heart to know that this life has been so cruel to her.

I scoop just a few inches closer to her, but this time, she doesn't move closer to the edge. "If you jump, I jump," I state simply. Her eyes widen and fears starts to climb up her throat.

"W-why? You're doing just fine with everything. Everyone likes you! You don't have a reason to jump!"

I shrug in response. "Not everyone." I think back to all of the times I could have told her how I felt. Instead of let her get this bad, and allow others to torture her. "The people I care about most don't even know it. I'm too stupid to know how to show that I care. And I'm not smart or talented like you are. So what's the point?"

I'd been staring at the water for so long, I decided to look back to her. She was fast, but not fast enough for me to not catch her eyes dart away from me.

"That's not true," she retorted. "You're a great person, and you are talented. And I bet the people you care about know that you do."

"Not all of them," I say. I see something tighten inside her. A twinge of fear rises in her eyes. Like she's becoming afraid of the distance below her, and of what will happen if she goes through with this.