Short Stories

They never cared...

I stood there, outside of the railing. At the edge of my school rooftop. I looked down and saw a crowds and groups of students, teachers, staff,etc. The students grabbed their phones out and started filming. Some of the teachers ran inside, probably thinking that they'll be able to caught up to me before jumping. I wouldn't let that happen. No, I don't. I want to end this. The pain, suffering and anguish. Just as I was about the jump. The door suddenly burst open. I grabbed hold of the railing and looked back. It was a boy. Not just a regular boy, my childhood friend. Setsuto Kamizaki. He was panting, small beads of sweat started forming on his face. His brown hair was a mess. His chocolate brown eyes pierced through mine. 

"Se-setsuto". I stuttered. My eyes wide, my grip on the railing became tight.

"Aiko. Please, don't do this". He said carefully. His eyes locked on mine, waiting for my next move. I shook my head,furiously.

"There's no point for me here!". I exclaimed, small tears started forming in the corner of my eyes. 

"Yes there is, Aiko". 

"No there isn't!. My parents left me when I was a child!. They told me they'll come back to get me, but they didn't!. It was all a fucking lie!". Tears started falling from eyes. Setsuto looked at me with sympathy and fright.

"There must be a reason, Aiko. On, why they left". He slowly walked to me. When he said those words, my tears became a niagra falls filled with anger and sadness.

"I've said those exact words to myself for so many years!. I've been fooling myself, hoping for fucking nothing!". I screamed, "Don't take another fucking step or I'll jump!".

He stopped and just stood there.

"They didn't care, setsuto. They didn't fucking care!. They left me there in the orphanage, alone and shit-scared".I told him. The teachers then arrived. I saw my homeroom teacher. 

"Aiko, don't do this, please. You have so much to live for". My homeroom teacher pleaded.

I shook my head, furiously. "No, I have to do this. What's the point of me being here if my parents won't even care!?". I shouted. Setsuto clenched his fist and screamed back.

"Then, what am I to you!?, Huh!. Did all of my efforts and being your friend isn't enough!?". Anger and worry was etched in his face. I was wide-eyed, nothing to say.

Did I really hurt, Setsuto?

Does he care about me?

Will he..miss me?

No, he won't. He's just doing this so that I won't jump.

"STOP!. I had enough of this lies!. I don't want to hope anymore!". I replied back, looking at him straight in eyes. He was hurt, by what I said. "I'm done with this....shit. My parents doesn't care. And I know you'll leave one day. I don't want experience the pain of being left alone....I'm tired, Setsuto". I calmly replied with a sad smile. 

He looked back at me and shook his head and balled his fist. Then, tears started falling from his eyes. "How can you be so sure about that, Aiko?". I snapped my gaze to his and I saw that his gaze was down to the floor.

"So sure about what, Setsuto?. About you leaving me?. Well, I am sure!". My voice cracking and tired.

"How can you be so sure, Aiko!?. How can you be so sure that I'll leave you!?. I'm not your parents, Aiko. I won't leave you!". Now he's looking at me with serious and a pained face. 

I looked at him back. I was starting to hope. Hope that there are people who does care for me. But there is just one question left. And if he answers this question, I won't continue. I stared at his eyes. Lost in those chocolate eyes. I opened my mouth and said.