Into The Night

Six

After a while exploring of the city for the nth time, I decided to head to that bridge I've been in, I just couldn't remember if it was a week ago. Of course, I told myself that I'd go back to this bridge, it's a good place to think and be alone.

I kept humming through the classic songs, oftentimes, mouthing the words and kept my hands busy with my playing cards. When I'm already very near the bridge, I put the deck back inside my bag and continued walking through the side. It's a bit dangerous but, it's not like I'm a drunk someone who couldn't walk on the straight line alone.

From a fair distance near the middle of the bridge, I saw someone standing there. We have the same uniform so I started observing.

She is staring down at the bridge, her bag just right at her feet. I recognised her, braided blonde hair, pale complexion and a rather thin physique. . . Taylor. Although I haven't seen her today, I'm pretty sure that it's her.

I didn't call her though, she must be busy doing something on her own. Instead, I still kept walking forward, listening to the song, Against All Odds by Westlife, completely ignoring the fact that I've just seen one of my classmates. It's not like we're close anyways that when I'd see her, I'd embrace her and all that cliché stuff people think friends do when they see each other out on the streets in a coincidence.

As I came forward, I saw Taylor slightly shaking, still looking down on the scene down there. She's holding onto the railing a bit too tightly and shakily as though she's nervous or even scared.

Something is a bit odd about that.

I walked a little faster, trying to see more of the scene. Shakily, her left foot stepped forward and almost over the railing.

It's not odd anymore, the scene is actually terrifying.

I blinked a few times to see if what she was doing was real. I had to slap myself to convince myself that it's all too real.

"Fuck," I muttered as I started running towards her. Taylor took a step forward again, now she seemed like she's ready to jump and she's too shaky.

My heart is almost ready to break through my ribcage, I'm terrified that she might jump. She can't do that! Not someone like her!

A couple of swears ran through my head and actually came out of my mouth. I ran towards Taylor, "Don't do it!" I yelled, she looked at me for a split second and I snatched her off the ledge, falling to the ground in that process. I fell on the street with Taylor inside my arms, harsh, blunt force against my back and her weight that had pushed me to the ground. Although I am thankful that Taylor wasn't that heavy, the impact was sure harsh enough for me.

I took a few deep breaths, processing everything until Taylor broke free from my arms and stood up first. She looked down at me, an unreadable expression on her face.

Breathless as I was, I actually tried to focus. I stood up immediately despite the aching sensation on my back, being hit by the force of the street. The rush of events still did not catch up to me, and I found myself standing motionlessly as I looked at Taylor.

I couldn't even hear anything apart from my heartbeat and my rapid, tensed breaths -or was it Taylor's?

"Watch out!" Taylor yelled, her voice almost echoed. I felt her hands tug on my shirt, making me stumble forward.

The rest I knew is she pulled me from the streets where I've got a close-call contact with a blue minivan. It had been honking its horns for a while before it almost hit me though I wasn't able to focus.

My eyes widened while I still try to process. . . I felt like the van had hit me since I don't know what just happened. I took a second or maybe two to realise and remember everything.