Holding on to Carter/✔️

Chapter One

Carter's POV

Being alone was something I had grown like a second skin, that's all I ever was. Alone. With my parents working all the time and them traveling, they left me here because school should be, and is, my number one priority.

My parents are some of the liveliest people I have ever met. They traveled all the time, always had parties on the weekend, always the life of the party. They were kind, compassionate, wealthy and most of all, intimidating. They entered a room and everybody looked. They were eccentric, they were beautiful, they were cultured, they are everything but me.

I am not cultured nor am I eccentric nor am I compassionate. But I am intimidating, I am wealthy and everybody did look when I entered, so clearly I was also beautiful or terribly ugly. But either way, I intimidated them and they never approached me. And that's how I liked it.

I didn't have many friends, never really wanted to have them anyways. They were unnecessary, they guided you away from what matters. Friends, relationships, they all sucked, they were all worthless and end up making you weak and dependent in the end.

But I wouldn't have to worry about that anymore. Not since I wasn't going to be here anymore that is. My life was going to end in a matter of seconds and there was nothing to do about it. Nobody was home, nobody to stop me. Nobody would be able to save me. And I was perfectly fine with that.

And here I was, already taken half of my mother's left behind sleeping pills and the cold water licking at my feet. The cold pricked at my bare skin, but I didn't mind, I wouldn't be feeling it for much longer. I looked down at my sun kissed body, it was perfect. I had the body of a model, why should I waste it? It was blessed by God himself, destroying such a pretty thing was a shame.

The water was now at my shoulders and this is what I've been waiting for. The moment where everything ends. The moment where I no longer exist except in memories and pictures. And then I lowered myself, submerging my head under, letting my breath go along with all the will I had left to live. It was quiet, it was peaceful and to me, it was beautiful.

Until he had come in. But the strange boy was too late and all I saw were his sharp features before my eyes closed knowing that that was it.