Who Knew...

Chapter 2 'Zeke'

"Please" 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing,  I didn't want to believe it. This wasn't supposed to happen, I was supposed to jump case closed, end of story, end of my life.

I had to see if I was just hearing things due to everything moving so fast.

My eyes shot open to see boy standing just inches away from me. 

My glance went directly to his piercing blue eyes, full of desperation, trust but also understanding.

 "Please" He said again

It sounded like he was begging, pleading me not to do it.

I looked away from him to the quick approaching train it seemed so easy that I could just end it all, but when I looked back at him, although he hadn't actually touched me, it felt like he was stopping me from jumping, that if I did it I would be making a huge mistake.

  I know this sounds childish, but I felt like a 5 year old that had just done something really bad and got yelled at by their parents for it, I just wanted to forget it ever happened him seeing me I mean , but looking in his eyes I just had to trust him.

He made me feel like I wanted not to do it,  not just I had to for the sake of another 'Teen Suicide'.

I don't know what made me want to trust him so badly, his wishful eyes, the fact he showed up at the right time or that he was putting it in my hands, that I had complete control of the situation.

I was so confused, on what to do as tears escaped my eyes.

To this day I don't know what made me do this or even what was going through my mind but in a way I'm thankful.

As the train was about 100 meters away from us I took a small step into him, his arms automatically wrapping around my upper body and spinning me around so that he stood between me and the tracks.

I looked over his shoulder to see the carriages speed past us and all I could do was sob louder. The feeling was horrible but was made slightly better as he made small circles in my back with his thumbs, calming me down by silently talking to me, telling me 'its going to be ok' and 'its over now'.

I grabbed the front of his shirt tugging at it slightly as I openly weeped in to his chest, which was when it occurred to me. This boy was a complete stranger that had just 'saved' my life, and now I’m crying into his shirt? what is wrong with me?

I pulled away from him and wiped the tears out of my eyes, it was only now I had gotten a good look at him:

He was a bit taller then I was and looked a bit older but you could see he was still a teen by the way he dressed in his black skinny jeans and grey v-neck t-shirt and also the way he spiked up his short brown hair in a messy way revealing his blue-grey eyes that looked so confused by my sudden mood change .

So many things were going through my mind: Who was he? Why did he do it? even how did he do it?

"You don't have to say anything but, please, just listen-" He sounded so honest, so caring.

"-I know where you are right now, the hurt, the confusion, but you need to trust me doing this isn't going to solve anything , you are young and beautiful you don't deserve this any of this. Please just trust me that I am here for you, I will protect you, I will be here for you if you need me.” 

His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I couldn’t help but feel somewhat comforted by his blatant attempt to calm me and make me know that everything is alright.

I looked into his eyes to see if what he was saying sincere and all I could see was hope. I nodded in acknowledgment to what he said, I only wish I could do more though I was just too shaken to even speak.

“I know this is hard but can I at least know your name?”

I looked at him for a minute, it was so confusing did I fully trust him that much to give him my name?

“Grace” I said slowly looking away from him. 

“Well Grace, I’m Zeke”

He held his hand out and I gently shook it, what was I getting myself into?