48 Hours// Corbyn Besson

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2:00am first day

Amanda's point of view

Here I am. In the cold misty August night. In Los Angeles California. I'm sitting on top of the largest building in the city. Ready to jump of and end life. Ready for my soul to leave a place of hell like this.

Many people say I will go to hell for committing suicide, but as life starts to go forward while you become more depressed you feel like it's the only way you can live. For me and everybody else I'm going to make life easier.

On the thirty story high building I sit on the edge. Look around at my surroundings knowing that this is going to be the last things I see as an alive human.

I scoot my weightless body more on the edge so if I moved one more time I would fall and be happy forever.

"Hello?" A voice called out I got scared and stood to my feet. "Don't be scared of me. I just want to know if somebody is up here." The voice that sounds male yells out again. Yet his voice sounds angelic, almost too real to be human.

"Yes what do you want." I call back out to him. Not jumping, because I know if he sees me jump he will be scarred for life.

"Are you ok? I heard crying and I was wondering if I could help with anything?" He started walking over to me. With the flashlight that seems to be coming from his iPhone X.

"I'm fine now go." I harshly whispered hoping that he would go so I can do what I have to do.

"Sorry, but I can't do that. I know you were about to jump. I couldn't bare to see that happen." He said to me. From the flashlight I could see a look nobody has gave to me. It was genuine, and not a fake type of sympathetic but a real look of worry and care.

"Why can't you let me just go. You don't know who I am so why do you care." I slowly started to step towards him. I didn't want to but it was like something has taken over my body all of a sudden.

"Here I have an idea. I have 48 hours to show you that you deserve to live, and if ok don't have hope by then, I will let you commit. Deal?" His words softly spoke almost as if he was hesitant about what he said.

"Deal." I whispered and walked to him, at a normal pace.