Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

Chapter 34 - Too Much, Honestly

Chapter 34 - Too Much, Honestly

This was Shae's bridge.

It was a beautiful sight, glistening waters below me. The water is so far below, I'd die from the impact.

At least the last sight I would see would be beautiful.

It's a shame, really. To have such an unoriginal death. I never got to live my own story. I've only been living in a messed up version of my sister's life.

The clothes, scars, and some of the situations are almost exactly the same. Our personality, voice, and looks don't help either.

I cried silently as I looked off into the shimmering waters on the bridge, keeping my balance as I sat on the railing.

I wiped tears from my face and cars didn't even slow down to try an stop me. They kept going at their fast speed, completely ignoring the girl sitting on the railing.

I wouldn't be remembered as who I wanted to be. Nobody would say, "Oh, it's such a shame how that actress committed suicide."

The only people who would remember me are my family, The Boys, and then the school. I'd be the Big News for months, but I wouldn't even be able to see it.

I know I said that I couldn't leave my family alone like this, have another daughter kill herself, but I'm getting fed up with the situations I keep getting in.

If I had never gone to use the bathroom, I probably would've never known about what those two were planning.

I would've been sexually assaulted and everything would be so... repeated.

I'd snitch and they'd get mad, bringing more friends along and then I'd kill myself later.

I don't want to live if I already know that my life will go even more downhill.

I heard footsteps getting louder and then they stopped. I turned my head to a panting Mason. "M-melissa. Stop." He breathed heavily, tired from catching up to me

I wiped the tears from my eyes. "W-why? So you can rape me? You've already tried once."

"You... really think I would do something like that...? I... I had nothing to do with it." He panted more.

"Uh huh, and I never got kidnapped. Now, where's the jock? I'm guessing he's going "pounce" at any moment." My voice cracked and more tears fell from my eyes as I thought of the memory.

"Marcus is taking care of him."

"Oh great, now you have me all to your-" I broke into a sob before I could finish my sentence. "M-mason, just let me end this, will you?"

"Sadly, I don't think I can stop you." He sniffled as a few tears traveled down his cheeks.

I nodded and looked toward the water. My entire body was shaking. I felt so cold and so hot at the same time. It's like that feeling when you get used to scorching hot water and it starts to feel like you're holding ice. I let out a breath one more time before boosting myself off of the bridge.

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp stomp. Stomp stomp.

After that, everything was in slow motion. The butterflies only existed in my stomach for a second and the hair blowing above me soon got pulled down by gravity once again.

But I wasn't falling.

Tears poured from my face as I hung from the bridge, the need to die becoming stronger the more I looked down.

So I looked up.

There, holding my wrist and saving my life, was Ray. He had a small teary smile. "If he can't then I will."