Transformation [Niall Horan]

Chapter 2 - Saviour

(A/N) Dedication to imaginator1D because I love After a lot :)

Devi's POV

Hands trembling, I gripped the edge of the bridge tighter with my fingers. The chilly air blew my hair from side to side as I pondered on whether I should jump into the icy water or not. My mind was racing with possible scenarios that could happen if I jumped right now.

My father would be sad. He would cry over me, but then again, his life would be better without a constant reminder of the girl he used to love so much. The girl who left him because of me.

People at school would be happy to have gotten rid of me. Amalie would throw a party and Niall would be there, laughing at my self harmed arms. The ones that were scarred thanks to him and his ruthless words.

There really was no hope left in me. I had been holding onto small hope year after year in my life. I thought that it would get better in High School, but little did I know back then that puberty would hit me, and I started gaining weight and my face was filled with red spots. People started making fun of me everyday, until it became normal for me. But then Niall started joining them. I had been crushing on him since Pre-school. He never payed me attention though, always sucked up in the pretty faces and not the pretty personalities.

Slowly I started to lose it. I lost hope in a better life a week ago, when the college I wanted to attend to told me my grades weren't good enough.

I swung my right foot over the edge of the bridge as I rested it there for a while, my mind looking desperately after some hope to get its claws on and save me from jumping.

As my brain started to figure this was a lost cause, I swung my other leg over the edge. The wind started to blow harder as I sat fully at the edge. I slowly inched closer. This was it. If I jumped now, all the pain would be gone. My life would be over and I could finally join God in heaven...

The thing is, that won't happen. I have no right to take my life, no matter how much pain I go through. If I jumped now, I would only have more pain in store for me. Bigger pain than this.

"Hey!" I heard a male voice yell. I abruptly turned around to see who the person was and was surprised with no other than a complete stranger.

I gulped down the lump that had grown in my throat as I almost glided off of the edge. I held onto the ground, but it was too late. My body glided off of the bridges edge and I only waited for the impact of the water to come.

Instead of the impact, a hand grabbed my arm, keeping me floating in the air.

"Give me your other hand" He groaned in pain as he tried to pull me up. The insecurities of my weight were pulled to the side as I gave him my other hand rapidly, kicking my legs in the air. He groaned again as he pulled me up rapidly, dragging me as far away from the edge as possible. My heart was beating faster than normal as I met the guys eyes. Mine instantly filled with tears as I started to cry.

"Hey, hey it's OK darling" He said soothingly as he stroked my back. I whipped my own tears away as I looked up at him.

"I'm so sorry" I whispered to the stranger, not sure if I was apologizing to him, or to God for almost killing myself.

The guy embraced me in a tight hug, running his hands up and down my back. I felt a tinge of comfort shoot through my body as I let myself breathe in and out for the first time in weeks.

"Why were you doing it?" He asked suddenly, his voice holding worry and sadness.

"I'm not wished here" I muttered, the words tasted weird coming out of my lips. I slowly looked at his face, feeling relaxed for a small second.