I was left alone. Again.
Dammit.
This was the second time today. Am I that invisible? ....Have you heard the common question: have you ever felt alone in a crowd? I'm sure you have.
Because it's an understatement to describe what I feel inside. Not only do I feel incredibly alone at the time, I feel invisible.
My friends and I ventured out in the big city to explore it's wondrous buildings and breathtaking views. I was in awe of everything and apparently take too long to take what my eyes are seeing in. The shops, the restaurants, the hotels, the people, the different languages everyone is speaking, all the accents, the honks, and zooming of cars in the heavy traffic of a big city. The smells of delicious food that was interrupted by someone smoking a cigarette here and there.
Everything was incredible. However, my mood has dampened and I ignored my surroundings and all the noises became a buzz.
Earlier I mentioned "My friends and I". Cross out "and I" . I felt like I wasn't with them, I was left out of everything and just a tag along - an annoyance.
This is the second time today they left me alone and forgot I was even in the group. They probably haven't even noticed.
I checked my phone.
0 messages. Nope. They indeed have not noticed. What if I was kidnapped? Geez.
I sighed. I am a quiet and withdrawn type of person. I was used to being alone. I enjoy being alone. But it still hurts when you're in a group and they do not notice your absence.
They probably invited me out of pity. I was a hindrance to all, a waste of space.
No, Celine, stop, I berated myself.
Nothing has changed in the past few years, I sometimes feel I should stop existing.
Celine. Quit. It.
I felt my eyebrows furrow as I breathed deeply in and out and squeezed my eyes shut. No. I can't go back to those thoughts. I can't.
Death was a serious thing and it's permanent.
I open my eyes and gasped. I didn't notice I had been walking over a bridge and the sun was setting. It made the water have a red orange hue to it , as well as some of the buildings of the city.
I could see myself dying here.
Whoa, where did that come from? I gave myself a few forehead slaps as if to make the negative thoughts go away.
I continued on my walk and in the direction I faced, I saw a boy. And he was over the railing of the bridge, sticking out a foot over the bridge.
But he wasn't just any boy.
He closed his eyes and -
No.
"Austin!" I screamed.
YOU ARE READING
The Saving
Short StoryI stopped him from killing himself. I gave him advice and told him he should never give up on his life. And somewhere though it all, I fell in love with Austin. Ironic how despite all this, I'm planning my own death.
