Time and Time Again

Stop Laughing

Alex had always been alone. Not to anyone's eyes pf curse, just her heart. She had four brothers and one sister, all much older than her, except for one of the brothers that was younger and still lived at home. Her mother and father loved her very much and worried as any parents would, scolding at times and celebrating her at others. Her friends were amazing, she had real friends that she would meet after school to have a beer and a smoke in the park, and her "false" friends, which she met every Saturday at midday to play Call of Duty on her PS3 and didn't even know their face. She had also had some boyfriends here and there. Her first boyfriend left her for a friend of hers, and then left the friend after realising he was gay. She then hooked up with one of her childhood friends, but that only lasted a month. Oliver had been the last and he had lasted a year. Now she saw that no-one actually really cared for her. 

She lost herself in her studies. She had already been a good study but she became obsessed with numbers. She only as good enough when the numbers said so. She put up an Instagram account, she captured her lifestyle and counted more numbers that made up her value. She was drowning and she didn't realise.

And so, a year passed since Oliver and the roof, and it still tempted her. The roof, quick and easy. Just let the force of gravity take over. She had calculated how much time she would be falling. Had researched the probability of surviving, and had even taken into account the wind, the sun. the time and the people that passed at certain hours, she didn't want to scar a little kid. Yes, she was border crazy and going strong and nobody realised, none of her friends, her family, her exes. She was the only one who could know her own heart.

Her first day at uni was something. She had to find away, and she had to be a whole day with only her thoughts and obsessions. Thousands of people around her but she was alone. An island. And she was happy, lost in her head and lost in her darkness, she convinced herself she could live like this, not having to make new friends or...

"OW!" 

She had bumped into somebody and they had shouted.

"Shit! watch where you're stepping scumbag. Get on with your life, fucker." 

"Is that how a girl should talk?"

She looked at him well this time. He was tall, with brown hair and a lock of black just next to his temple. Green eyes that could melt you and lips... they weren't comparable to anything. Yes, he was a beauty, and he looked like a foreigner, Spanish? Italian? His dark skin and flaunt attitude gave him away. He had an accent that only made him even more special and then such a silky voice. Beauty he may be, he had been the problem in the whole thing.

"A girl should talk however she wants you asshole! Who do you think you are saying things like this? Can I not bump into someone and insult the living daylight out of them? I bloody well can mister and you fucking can remember!"

That had been nice, stress was out and now she could centre on her numbers again. She turned around and continued on with her darkness and her thoughts.