Day 4
Days went by, nothing seemed to change. Every second I was getting worse and worse. I was slowly being killed from the inside. I couldn't take it anymore. No one was there for me, no one at all. My parents seem to hate me, who wouldn't? My vision became blurred as I stood on the ledge. I sighed, getting ready to jump. I took the tiniest step forward but before I could jump, I was pulled backwards. I was enveloped in a pair of strong arms. The owner of the strong arms held me tight and backed me away from the ledge. I tried pulling away, it was no use. I couldn't tell who this person was, I had never seen them before. "Please don't do that" the owner spoke, stroking my hair. It was a male. "Who are you and why did you stop me?" The owner let go of me but held onto my shoulders, afraid I would run off the building to my death. I finally saw who it was, a boy with messy brown hair and hazel eyes. I recognized him.
The same boy who was the only one nice to me.
The boy I have been crushing on for two years.
