Who am I?

Chapter 1: Suicide

High school. A place where you make life-lasting memories and friends. Too bad I don't have that, I'm spending the fourth day of junior year at the edge of a cliff. Before I depart from this world there might be a few things you might want to know. My name is Alex Parker, and believe it or not my life could've been normal if my dad stuck around, and if my mom didn't have to be a hooker to barely skim by the month's rent, or if I wasn't a fucking freak and saw things that don't exist. But here I am. At the cliff's edge overlooking the city, cliche I know. Teenager runs away to kill them self, by leaping about a 100 ft drop to their death. It would've been easier if I had some cheap beer with me, but I played it quick and reckless and narrowly escaped security. The fact is this is where I die, just one foot in front of the other.

Staring down your death is not an easy thing. I've been up here for almost an hour and I still haven't taken even one shuffle forward. "Just go, Alex!" screaming to yourself at the top of a cliff to kill yourself is not the most normal teenage activity to do the afternoon. Then again I see fairy tale creatures prancing about.

"Why didn't I just shut up during practice!" So out of context you'd think what the hell is Alex talking about, well here is your explanation. Last year I was on the basketball team, Varsity too. Moving on I saw a "fairy" flying in front of the coach's face so, my dumb ass hurtles the ball smack into her face and as she was writing me a detention slip I kept trying to explain to her that their was a "fairy" flying around her head and yeah.. you get the point.

"there's no point in just staring" Standing up I dust off my jacket and lunged at the edge of the cliff, diving head first into the ground below.

See that didn't go as planned, my body lurched back and I was sent into a coughing fit. When I opened my eyes I was back on the cliff. What the fuck? I swore I jumped! I pondered over the recent obstacles keeping me from my death. I ended up trying another knock at it. I sprinted to the edge only to be tackled into the dusty sand below. Wheezing I looked up at what was keeping me from dying. Above me was a girl that looked to be kind of around my age, black hair, gray eyes, rosy cheeks, pale skin, and a button nose. Wow, 10/10 baby face man.

"Your face is weird" I bluntly said. A flash of offense overtook her feature, but it was gone as quick as it came.

And then she spoke with such loathe and sarcasm "thanks, really appreciate the acknowledgement that I just saved your life."

A frown stretched across my lips "I never asked you to."

"I never asked you to" she said mockingly.

"Okay, fuck you too" I bit back, glaring daggers.

"Listen brat, you're lucky I didn't let you kill yourself or done it myself a long time ago!" She stated sneering.

"There are so many things wrong with what you just said, but I'm going to ignore them and focus on one part." I paused for a second. "Who're calling a brat, cause as far as I know you're the one with a baby face!" And that right there, sent her over the edge. Within a moments notice she had grabbed me by my jacket and slammed me to the ground, pinning me there.

"Now listen here, and listen good! I don't think you understand how lucky you are in this situation. I saved your life, and I also can end it as slowly and as painfully as physically possible." She spoke with so much venom that it like I was in a pit of cobras. "Understood?" she said.

I nodded slowly "understood," and then continued "so back on what you said earlier, are you a murderer?"

She looked at me as if I should know where she came from. "Really now? I mean since I hunt your race for sport I was assuming you'd know who I was!" she smugly stated.

"stop trying to make serial killer sound fancy," glaring daggers at her was an understatement.

"Idiot! I don't hunt humans! I hunt fantasy creatures!" She roared.

"dude... are you okay? Like... in the head?" I questioned. "Besides the point I am no fairy tale creature! Do I look like I fly around granting wishes at the drop of a hat!"

She pinched the bridge of her nose "good lord-. That's a genie! And no you're not a genie, you are a nymph! or at least a half-ling!"

I glared at her "did one of the kids from school put you up to this? Yeah sure my mom is a whore, but I'm pretty sure no Greek mythology got thrown into the mix!"

Sighing in frustration she continued, "will you shut up?! I literally know nothing about you, other than you are most likely a half-ling and those are incredibly dangerous!"

I shook my head slowly, " this is insane... this is abso-fucking-lutely insane..."

"Welcome to the fantasy world darling, you're at the top of everyone's' hunting list!" She yelled smiling.

Fuck my life.