Safe (l.h.)

Safe

It's time. Now or never. I have to do this. I anxiously talk myself into my own suicide. What would even be the point to coming all this way to get too scared and go home? If I did, it be another thing to add onto my list of failures, which is already endless..

I'm doing it. I don't care. I need to stop over thinking it. I let out a long sigh which is  followed by a shiver. I watch my breath blow out in front of me. It's freezing out here. If I remember correctly, my car said it was less than 20 degrees outside. What a lovely winter evening to die.

Trying not to focus on the cold, I cautiously  walk to the railing of the bridge. Looking down, butterflies inhabit my stomach. It's a long, long way down to the water. I can do this though, I try to encourage myself.  It will make me happier and everyone else happier if I'm dead. This is the final solution to all problems. I have to do it. 

The water hasn't frozen over yet, but I can't even fathom how cold it'll be. I'll probably freeze to death. I don't mind though. I've become fairly used to feeling numb in the past few months. It'll be similar to what I feel every day. Maybe a lot more intense though.. Not maybe. It will be much more intense. I'm killing myself for God's sake. It's not exactly suppose to be painless.

Taking a deep breath, I pull myself to stand on the  metal railing. My hands tightly grip onto a pole that usually houses bright, beautiful flowers in the summertime. To my surprise, I've calmed down. The butterflies have vanished and my breathing is rather steady. I guess death really is comforting. Just like they always say, 'Dying is easy. Living is the hard part.' I shake my head. Why was I ever scared? This was going to be one of the easiest things I've had to do with my life. It's just death.

My eyes slowly shut and I take one of my last breaths. I can do this. I have all the control in this situation This is my choice. Right now, all the power is in my little hands. Finally, all the pain and suffering will be over. No more tears, no more cuts, no more nights where I get so drunk I don't even remember them, no more breathing, no more life, and especially no more Ashton. All the bad is going to be gone. My mind can peacefully enjoy it's death, free from these horrible things.

My knees bend slightly, preparing my jump. Each intake of breath is sharper and sharper.  I might as well inhale while I still can...

"You're not seriously going to jump off this bridge, are you?" A foreign voice startles me.

My  body fidgets in surprise, and I lose my balance, resulting in a  rippling scream projecting from my throat. The stranger runs and grabs my legs, saving me from the fall. Not letting me go, the male picks my body up and sets me on the ground.

"Don't touch me! Let me go!!" I shriek, thrashing at him.

"Alright, alright. Calm the fuck down. I just helped you. Actually, I saved your life." The boy nearly laughs as he sets me safely on the ground.

Well maybe I didn't want to be saved. Not that it is any of his business. What am I supposed to do now? He's not gonna let me jump. Shit, Addison. I  should have checked to make sure no one was around before I climbed up there.  He's probably going to call the police or a hospital, or even worse... My parents.

"You weren't actually gonna jump, were you?" The boy's eyebrows furrow above cold, hard, blue eyes. Is there something on his eyebrow? Wait, is his eyebrow pierced?

Crossing my arms over my chest, I frown at him. Why would a punk like him care? He doesn't know me nor what I've been through. He's just some dumb kid..

Taking a step closer to me, the boy sympathetically, I assume, reaches for my arm. "You were."

Yeah, no shit. Thanks to you, though, my plan is completely ruined. I have failed. 

I sniffle, trying to keep myself together. "Look, I'd really appreciate if you would leave me alone. I came here to take care of something and didn't intended for it to get messed up. Thanks for your concern, but it's not really needed. Now, if you would be so kind, please leave."

 "Oh, you're out of your fucking mind if you think I'm gonna leave and let you jump. I'm taking you to a hospital."

Great. Just what I feared.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." I take a small step back. 

"I'm not fucking asking you, I'm telling you to come with me. Come on, it's freezing out here."

"Look, I just need to do this. Can you please just pretend like you didn't see anything? No one will know." Shaking my head, a warm tear swims down my cheek. Fuck, why am I crying?

The boy shakes his head, "I'm not letting you do that. Please come with me. Come on. Let's go talk. Let me buy you a burger or something."

"It's like midnight." I rub my eyes, sniffling.

The blond haired mystery comes closer and wraps his  very long left arm around my shoulder. "I know. There's a place about five minutes from here with kick ass burgers. They're open twenty-four hours. Come on. My treat." His fingers softly rub my shoulder.

For some odd reason I don't object. I whisper, "Okay."

No. Why'd I say that? I'm suppose to be dead not going to get a burger with some stranger. Although, being in the heat and a burger isn't something I'm going to object. I don't really think I have a choice with this guy anyway.

"Okay? Great. Awesome. I'm Luke, by the way. Luke Hemmings." He says in a quieter, softer tone.

With his arm still tightly around my shoulder, Luke begins walking us off the bridge. I shiver and I'm surprisingly thankful that his arm is wrapped around me.

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" Luke smiles.

"Oh, right. Sorry. I'm Addison Hayes . Everyone calls me Adi, though." I sniffle and wipe away at a dried tear.

"Adi. That's cute. I like that." 

To my disappointment, Luke removes his arm from my shoulder. His hand searches into his jacket pocket and he fishes for his car keys. I can hear them jingling in the pocket, but he's still reaching around in it.

"Ah, okay. Sorry 'bout that. My car is right there." He points to a black car sitting on the side of the road.

Why did he park his car so awkwardly at the edge of the bridge? It seems like an odd place to pull over, especially for it being about midnight... Wait a minute..what was Luke even doing here in the first place? Why the fuck was he even out of his car? It's freezing.

I slowly decrease my walking speed debating if I should get into the car or not. Yes, he saved my life, but I don't know him. Who even is this guy?

Unlocking the car, Luke opens the driver's door. "You coming or what?"

 a/n

just a little fact..'Adi' is pronounced as "Ah-dee"  NOT "Add-y".. think like "odd-y" when pronouncing it 

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