The Thoughts Of The Voices

7: Fix A Heart

Sad sad sad. Sad brown eyes that never lit up. Her dead brown hair swayed with the wind. She walked home slowly, with a busted lip and dirty clothes. She was picked on by the kids because of her skin color and nationality.

She lived with a alcoholic father and abusive mother. Beer cans were littered all around her home. She hated it. People would often give her pitiful looks. She hated it for the pity giver always feels better, never the pity receiver.

Today was worse than before. One kid punched her in the face while another dumped chocolate milk all over her shirt. In the morning her mother yelled at her. "You were a failed abortion." Her mother's words made a lump in her throat. She blinked the tears away.

"Watch it!" A elderly man growled as she almost bumped into him. "Sorry." She whispered. The wind carried her words away. She slowly walked towards a bridge that led her home. That is if you can call something broken a home. A few days prior, her older brother had ran away after his eighteen birthday, forgetting his sister.

She ran her fingers along the cold metal railings that led upward. Her skirt, torn and old, brushed against her skin. She bit her lip as she threw her old book bag on the floor and began climbing the railings. Soon she found herself standing on the ledge.

Down below was a cold cold river. At least she'd feel something for once. "No one will miss me." She whispered to herself. She slowly loosen her grip on the metal and her heart rate slowed down.

She jumped.

Instantly two pair of arms wrapped around her midsection. She gasped as she looked behind her. A boy, probably a year older, smiled at her gently. Her cheeks burned as he pulled her away from the bridge. "Why would a pretty girl like yourself jump?" He said as he brushed her hair from her face.

She was in loss for words. The boy standing in front of her was dressed in a elegant suit, signaling he must've been rich. His eyes were deep sea green while his hair was in dark brown curls. He walked up to her, inches apart. She blushed as he pulled her into a hug. "You may not know me, and I may not know you, but I promise to protect you. I promise I'll be here to help you whatever you need. I'll heal your heart." He said as he kissed her forehead.

"You never can really fix a heart." She murmured as he gently laughed. "That doesn't mean I won't try." He said as he took her hand and they slowly walked to her home. "Don't get my hopes up." She said as he smiled and pulled her closer. "I wouldn't dream of it. Now, my name is Daniel Smith. What's your name?" He asked.

"Lily. My name's Lily." She said. And for once, she gave a genuine smile.