Violent Delights [h.s]

Chapter 1

(A/n: I had to delete a chapter I used to write a previous author note, so if it all got mixed up and you didn't read Prologue ii., please go back and read it, it's very important for the following storyline!! :) )

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(Violet)

5:29pm. Time was taking forever to pass as I waited anxiously to leave work and head home. Don't get me wrong, I love my job as well as the place where I work, but I was feeling beyond exhausted, and thrilled by the thought of a nice cup of tea and a good movie waiting for me as soon as I got home.

5:30pm. FINALLY! my subconscious yelled, as I picked up my belongings from my desk and left my office. I worked as a writer for a local news magazine, my job went from writing chronicles about the urban life to interviewing people and writing the articles by myself. It was a very enthusiastic job, and I absolutely loved it, but it was Friday and my body was begging me for some rest.

Before heading home, I thought about stopping by at the local supermarket to get some more ice cream, since is was running out of it. As much as it costed me to admit, since I lived all by myself, getting another box of ice cream meant I had already eaten all I had left, meaning I had managed to eat three full boxes of ice cream in about a week. I guess those were the consequences of living a boring life.

I wouldn't necessarily describe my life as boring, because my job was pretty wild, but that was it. There was nothing in my life besides my job, and my daily routine consisted of waking up, driving to work, working like crazy, having lunch in my office, and returning home at 5:30pm with casual stops by the supermarket to get groceries.

I had never really bothered with getting friends, mostly because I was never able to trust other people well enough to call them my friends. People are dangerous, and the less you get from them, the better you will do. I wouldn't mind having a friend who I could call once in a while though, but I couldn't really see that happening for me anytime soon.

The word boyfriend didn't exist in my life, but I'd always tell myself it was better this way - no one can hurt you it you don't allow them to. I found some comfort in believing I didn't have a boyfriend because I was trying to protect myself from getting hurt, since my subconscious kept trying to tell me I just wasn't good enough for anyone to love. But that was okay, and at the age of 22 I lived an extremely lonely life, but I wasn't willing to change that.

I just didn't spent too much time thinking about this, because the more I did, the sadder I got. I felt like I was dreading a big snowball of sadness growing inside of me, getting bigger and bigger as I simply attempted to ignored it. It was easier this way.

I knew eventually things could come to a breaking point, but that's just how life is. I don't have a sob story nor a haunting past, I just get through the day and I'm not quite sure of how I feel about it.

As I was approaching the supermarket, I saw someone - a man, maybe? - about to jump from a very high bridge; he wouldn't make it out alive if he jumped. That's when it hit me. I was witnessing a suicide.

I got out of the car as fast as I could as I ran to the man and attempted to call him. He didn't reply as he stared blankly into the water, sitting on the edge of the bridge. I did what every human being in my position would do, so, after gathering all my inner courage, I sat next to him, being extremely careful not to fall into the water. He still didn't reply as I tried to approach him, almost as if he hadn't even acknowledged my presence.

I couldn't leave this person alone, I knew better than anyone what it felt like to be lonely, and right now this man needed someone to help him out of this situation, whatever it was. I decided I'd just sit there next to him until he talked to me, since I highly doubted he'd ever jump with me next to him. After what seemed like eight or nine minutes of deep thought, he turned his face to me. His expression was sad, and if it wasn't for the emptiness in his eyes, this man would be one of the most beautiful human being I'd ever seen. Beautifully broken.

"Why are you here?" He asked in such a sad tone it tore my heart to pieces.

I replied the obvious.

"I don't want you to kill yourself."

"Why?"

He got me there. I didn't know what to reply. Sure, I was trying to be nice to the stranger, but that's all he was to me. A stranger whom I knew nothing about. Besides trying to make my conscience clear by helping someone, I had no other reason to be there next to him. But as I thought more deeply about it, I realized I could relate to the sadness in his eyes. I had seen that sadness somewhere else. In my own. I had never considered suicide, but I was struggling with a lot of negative thoughts recently that we're making it really hard for me to just keep holding on.

He waited patiently for me to snap out of my thoughts as I replied:

"Because you've got a lot to lose... Right?"

"Isn't that what they all say? My family's got huge life plans for me, you know? A dream job ahead, as the CEO of a fuc.king company I don't even know" he said between sobs ", like they give two shits about me. And all I want to do is... To write... To keep my stupid job as an editor, where I can do something I'm pleased with, you know? I don't think I've ever even had a friend in my 24 years of existence. I have lived alone for the past four years, do you have any idea what it feels like? To be alone around your own thoughts everyday, all day? It gets scary." He answered, staring at the horizon.

I felt my heart hurt, as if I could feel the pain this man was going through, and even though I pitied him, I wanted to help him, because I felt like he desperately needed me to help him. But what could I do? I was just another broken human being, who relied on off brand ice cream to make it through the day. I could try and be friends with him.

"Violet" I said in a confident tone as I held out my hand for him to shake. He looked at me with such a confused expression I could swear he had forgotten about all his sadness for a few seconds.

"What? You said you had never had a friend. I'll be your friend."

After a moment of thinking about it, the stranger finally shook my hand and spoke in a low raspy tone:

"Harry."