Scarred| luke hemmings

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☹ Luke ☹

Practically, the entire school years were crowded beneath the girls changing room building. Some girl had climbed onto the roof, and was now standing right at the edge. This wasn't the first time, though, she'd done it twice before. Except, they were mild situations, and this time she was going to jump. We were originally having History, which most of us were gladly to leave, and some freshman ran in out of breathe. "The suicidal girl is at it again," he breathed. "She's going to jump." Which then ended up in our entire class, joining our teacher, walking over to the incident.

Everyone muttered, unsure if she would actually jump. No matter how many of us called for her to not jump, she kept going closer, looking to the ground. She tightened her fists, biting on her lip. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. That is, until a familiar voice shouted to her, causing her eyes to fully open.

"Jump, you're worthless, just do it and let us celebrate, already," it didn't surprise me that those words had left Harley Richardson's mouth. She was known for her shitty insults, known for being the Bitch, and known for getting what her cold heart desired. Her dad thought she was a God-gifted-angelic-princess, whereas, her mum knew better then to fall for her batting eyelashes.

"Are you serious?" I called out to Harley. She rolled her eyes and stared at me, waiting for a response. "This isn't the time for you to be all funny and cold, okay, that girl may jump and die," I shouted, shocking her. "And it'll be on your hands, since you'd have been the one who told her to."

"Get a grip, Hemmo," she spat. "She's doing it for attention, nothing more," and that's when everyone screamed in shock. She'd moved a step closer to the edge. I focused my attention away from the girl, and back on Harley. "What?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Is that just for attention now, Harley?" I pointed to the roof, and Harley slowly looked at the girl. "She'll jump, and it won't be pretty."

She shrugged. "She's not pretty, anyway, so it's fine," I scoffed. How could someone be so shallow? "She's a waste of breathe, and a waste of living, it's for the best," she had lowered her voice. I walked away from her, only for her to grip onto my wrist. "Luke, wait," I pulled my hand away.

"Aggy, don't do it," a girl called out. She was crying, making it quite clear to everyone, too. "Please, just go back inside," Aggy shook her head. "Please," the girl wouldn't give in with her pleads, and I was glad. It showed that at least somebody cared, rather then laughing at some hurtful comment. "We're best friends, if you die then I die, too," she crossed her arms over her chest. The girl on the roof opened her eyes, a weak smile on her face. She sighed before disappearing, soon reappearing with a teacher at her side.

"Thank you," she said, hugging her friend, running away from her company. The teachers had made all us students scat to class, leaving the two girls alone with the principal. I'd stayed put, aimlessly staring into space. I'd wanted to stay, talk to her, find out how her mind worked, what possessed her to jump. The girl pulled away from the hug, only just now, noticing my presence. "Hello?" She questioned, bringing me out of my thoughts. She'd walked away from the teachers and her friend. "If you're here to make me feel horrible, then-"

I shook my head. "Just... You scared a lot of us," I dryly laughed, unamused by my attempt of a joke. "But, I'm happy with the outcome," I shrugged and kicked my foot along the floor. I'd lowered my head to the ground, so I didn't have to face her.

"That makes one of us," she muttered, probably in hopes that I hadn't heard, but I had. It made me look up at her, guilt of some kind washing over me. "Haven't you realised?" She asked, looking around at the area the two of us were surrounded by. "I'm crazy," she laughed, unamused. "Apparently, that is."

"I don't think you're crazy," I said honestly. The weak smile from before replaced her frown, and suddenly her eyes glistened.

"What am I, then?" She asked me. "My family can't take it anymore, they think I seek help," her eyes were now wide, and she was speaking loudly which gained glances of worry from teachers.

"Help could do you good," I suggested.

"Not a councillor, dude, a psychiatrist," I gulped. "Exactly," she wailed her arms, slapping them against her thighs soon afterwards. "I don't think I need a psychiatrist. Do you? Do you think I need one?"

I shook my head, she was starting to creep me out. "You just need to let a few things go, get pressure off of your chest," she agreed with me. It never helped me, but that's because I never had anyone to talk to, however, I couldn't let her spirit go.

"Like who?" She sounded timid, like she was scared of who I'd suggest.

"Me," her eyes widened again. "I could do with a talk with someone, too, and we barely know each other so-" she nodded frantically.

"It's like there's nothing to be embarrassed about, and stuff," she smiled.

"Exactly," I breathed. "So, is that a deal?"

"Yeah, are you free tomorrow night?" I nodded, and she strolled back to her previous company, as I made my way back to class. It was funny, we'd been in the same year for a while, but never talked. But, it just so happened that her attempting to jump to her death, made us acquaintances.