The easy way out

First Chapter

~Authors Note~ Hey guys! =) I thought i would just try out a story, and If you like it then please comment, and let me know if i should continue writing it. I would really really REALLY appreciate it if you would Comment~Vote~Fan. Please feel free of constructive critisism, or adding things that you would think neccesary. but please no rude comments. :D Thank youuuu for reading!!!! Dont forget. COMMENT~VOTE~FAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

P.s- the pictures i put on the sides of the characters are kind of stretched out for some reason.. but they're not fat! I promise. ;D

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   ~Dani's P.O.V~

I balanced carefully along the bank of the river, trying to avoid the occasional mudholes. I loved this river. It felt like home. I loved the fresh breezes and winds that would momentarily blow away the aching pain in my mind. But when i would return home, that awful and dreadful place would bring back the painful memories of when i had a real, loving mother. Even though i was almost eighteen, it still hurt. Alot. Most of the time i pretend it isn't there, because the more i remember, the more pain there is.

It was dusk. I sighed and started heading back to the place i called "Home". Pffft. To the person who i was forced to call "Mother".

I stopped when i saw a striking blossom, which was an amathyst, blue-violet tulip and stuffed it in my pocket. I always held on to things that would remind me of my mother, like that flower. Her eyes were a very similar blue-violet purple. Just like mine. That was the only trait i had inherited from her. Those strange dark purple orbs. People always told me that they were very strange, and i was proud of them.

Anyways, Lets get back to the story. 

I finally spotted the ranch style house, and slowly opened the door. My dad was standing there chopping carrots on the counter. All I'm going to say is that he had the worst taste in women imaginable. His most recent wife, Laura, was a complete annoyance. She was one of those people who have to go tanning, shopping and to the spa, at least once every two days, and "Im better than you" was clearly written on her forehead. I don't know what my dad saw in her. I despised her.

Somebody was waving their hand so hard in my face, they almost smacked me. "Dani! Come in, Dani. Back to earth."

Yes, I was a spaz.

"Yes, Daddy dearest?" I threw on a sweet little smile.

He squeezed my cheeks until they hurt and replied in the same sickly sweet voice, "Why Don't you help your mother with the salads?" Not agaiiiiin.

"For the millionth time, dad. She is NOT my mother. Stop saying that." He knows that I hated it when he said that. Maybe he was trying to make me feel like I had more of a real family. I dunno. My brain hurts.

"Danielle. Don't. Please." His face morphed into a mask of sadness. I shut up.

"Ok. Do we have cookies?" All I needed right now was a box of cookies and a TV. Yes, a box. I eat a lot, but im not fat. I'm not skinny either, if you were wondering.

He just shrugged, saying "Probably. Check for yourself, lazy,"

Yes! Yes we do have cookies! I did a little happy dance and ran up the stairs to my room, box of cookies in hand. I plopped down on my bed and grabbed the remote, switching the tv on. I didn't have any clue what I was watching but i just watched.

Ok, so I should've changed the channel. I just wasted 45 minutes of my life. What did I even watch? Something that was just so weird, I won't even repeat. You probably wouldn't even want to know as much as i wish i hadn't. Lets move on.

I started zoning off, switching through the channels until I stopped on one that made my heart skip a beat.

Was that-?

My breathing accelerated, and I started sweating. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and focused on the tv screen.

It was a news channel, and they were showing a person, a teenager, about to jump off a 800 foot bridge, and people were surrounding him almost completelely. I wondered if maybe I new him, maybe went to my school; He was tall, slightly muscled and the wind was blowing through his jet black hair. When the camera zoomed in, I saw some type of black weirdly shaped tatoo at the base of is neck. Something was familiar about him, though i didn't have a clue what. He was probably some kid from my school that I've seen around, who knows?

Either way, If I knew him or not, That couldn't happen. I wouldn't allow it.

I was almost hyperventilating when I got to my Jeep. I told my father that I was going for a breif ride. He gave me a disbelieving look, but I couldn't care less.

Unfortunately to my luck, it was starting to storm. I don't know why I cared so much. Maybe it was the fact that I've experienced what it feels like to lose somebody, especially in that way, and I knew what it feels like and didn't want anyone to suffer as I have. Whatever it was, it kept me going, all the way to the bridge that happened to be one of my favorite get-away places.

I finally got there and (I know its dumb) left my Jeep in middle of the road. I pushed through the crowds of people and security who were constantly pushing me and ordering me to stay back. The road was so packed, barely allowing cars to even get through.

I finally reached him and grabbed his hand, trying to pull him away from the 800 foot drop or so down from the golden gate bridge. But he was rooted to the spot. He wouldn't budge.

"Hellooo- Are you cazy?! Clearly. What are you doing?!" I practically yelled. Okay, I was being a bit harsh to a depressed, suicidal person but I couldnt help it. I was enraged that somebody could actually do this. It was one of those things that my brain couldn't process.

He glared at me. "What do you want? This is none of your buisness. Leave me alone."

"Oh, so lets get this straight. You think that I'm just going to sit here and watch you jump off of that bridge. Buddy, if you think that, then you've got another think coming." I said bluntly.

He just stared, and stared at me. Eventually clenching his teeth and spitting, "Go. Away."

If he thought I was that easy to get rid of, then he would be shocked to see how hard it really was.

"What's your name?" I asked. Just as frustrated.

"None of your buisness. Now go." He pointed to the crowd of curious people.

I sighed. Oh, no.

"Okay, listen. Please, please come with me. Just for today. " A tear streamed down my cheek. Oh, great. I was gonna be full blown crying in a minute. "C'mon dude! Please?" I whispered. "I can't see this happen to you. To anybody." With my dumb luck, tears were flowing freely now.

His feverish eyes softened and looked me straight in the eye, and with the words, "It's Gabriel. And I hate you." he finally stepped down from the daring ledge.

That's okay. He could hate me as much as his heart desires. But you know what?

It was worth it.