My Suicidal Love Story

I Found Him

I'm Mackenzie Stanford and this is how it all started....

I was running along the beaten down track field that cold Autumn day, when I saw him about to commit suicide under the football stadium. I ran as fast as my legs could go to reach him. He must have seen me running towards him so he tried to hurry himself, but I managed to reach him and cut the tight rope off from around his neck in time.

"I'm going to call an ambulance." I said as I hugged his body tightly to keep him warm.

"No please don't, please." He said shivering

"You need help." I said with the phone clenched tightly in my hand.

"No I beg you please." He said as he started to cry. 

"I can't just let you leave." I replied." I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let you leave and you harmed yourself."

"Can I go to your house. I don't want to go home. I don't want to be around them." He said hugging his knees. 

"Umm okay." I said awkwardly not knowing what to do. "Where's your vehicle?"

"My truck is over there but I don't want it." He said sniffling his nose as he broke the key to his really expensive truck and tossed it away.

"Oh umm...I actually ran here from my house if you want I can call my mom to pick us up." I said blowing warm air into my hands to keep warm.

"No, we can walk." He said as I helped him up onto his feet and began to walk. I noticed that his soft brown hair made his dark brown eyes look even softer. I even noticed that he had a bit of a limp when he walked with his head facing the ground.

"What happened back there?" I asked softly. 

"I don't want to talk about it." He said with his jaw clenched tightly. He had a really defined jawline. We didn't speak the whole way to my house. We just walked as the cars passed by us and the wind blew our hair in all sort of directions. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into but it was the first bit of excitement I have felt in a long time.

When we got back to my house I turned on the chimney fire to help us warm up." I'm MacKenzie. " I said as I handed him a bottle of water and stood next to the chimney fire.

"Thanks. I'm Ian." He said looking at all the pictures of my family. "Cute house. " He said.

"Thanks I guess. You know what they say, smaller house closer family." I said awkwardly.

"Is this your older brother?" Ian asked pointing to my brother on the picture frame.

"Yeah he is in college." I said

"Where are your parents?" Ian asked.

"Probably sleeping since it is twelve midnight" I said 

"Do you have a bathroom?" Ian asked 

"No my family just never use the bathroom" I said sarcastically as he shot me a glare "first door on the left." I didn't know what to do. I usually never have friends over so I sat on the couch impatiently until he came out. He had dark under eye circles as if he hasn't' slept in a while, but yet again he was a teenager. He was tall, muscular, and very handsome.

"Are you hungry?" I asked

"No I'm just tired. Do you have a guest room I could stay in?" Ian asked "and why were you out running so late?" 

"No, my parents are using my brother's old room as a workout and yoga room" I replied "and I was running because my parents give me no freedom and they don't let me run alone so the only way for me to run is for me to sneak out when they are at work or sleeping"