You No Longer Walk Alone~Blake Bliss~

~2~

Vale's POV

I left everything in the suitcases, since I had no where to put them. We were supposed to go shopping tomorrow. I finished blowing up the air mattress, and I shoved my hands into my pockets, digging around for the small black box. I felt nothing. I pulled my hands out of my pockets, and calmly walked over to the string bag I had brought with me in the car.I pulled it opened, and flipped it over letting everything fall to the floor. I picked up one thing at a time, making sure I didn't miss it. And sure enough it wasn't there.

Panic filled my whole body. What if I dropped it in the yard? What if my parents found it? What if it fell out in the moving truck? I looked at my arms, at each scar, at each fresh cut. I stood there, silence filled the room. The only sound heard was my breathing. I slowly walked backwards. The soft thumps of my shoes were like drum beats. My back hit the wall, I let my body weight leaned on the wall for a few seconds. I gradually let myself slide lower and lower onto the floor. My bottom softly hit the ground with one last drumbeat.

My knees hugged my chest, as I leaned my head on them. Most people don't understand once you start it's hard to stop. It's an addition like drugs or alcohol. I stared across the room, without realizing I began to cry. I felt the warmth of the salty tears drip onto the brim of my mouth. It took me out of my state of dream and wonder.

I threw my head back letting it rest on the wall. I wiped away my tears, and picked myself up. I needed to get away from everything to just go find a place to think.

My right foot hit the concrete sidewalk, and I just listened to the pitter-patter of my shoes hitting the ground. I found a nearby cliff. This isn't what you think, I had a place like this back at the old house. I would stand there and listen to the rushing waves of the ocean underneath. It calmed me. People think every time I come to a place in such a state of sorrow, they think I won't return. They think it's the end of me, but the truth is I have a fear of death.

I always have. Just the thought of never being able to return to your family or friends, just makes me horrified.

"Don't jump." I hear a faint voice say from behind me. I spin around to see my neighbor. "I wasn't going to jump. You don't understand - never mind. I sigh as step away from the edge from the cliff. I watched as his hand curled around something small. "What's that?" He looked down at his hand then back at me. "Why are you doing this?"

Then the thing in his hand was all to familiar. I snatched it from his grip, and rushed off. I hear muffled footsteps behind me, and I just walked faster, until I felt long fingers curl around my upper arm. "Let go of me!" he felt myself tense when he started to speak.

"I can help you."