I wasn't going to jump, I really wasn't. I guess, I got scared and then I slipped. Before I knew it, I was too late. I felt like I was in a dream, a never ending story and I didn't want it to end. I was so happy, beyond happy, I was ecstatic. I felt like a newborn baby, fresh in the womb, as weird as that sounds. I didn't know of anything or anyone. I only knew of me, being, living, and breathing in this bubble.
I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay but I couldn't. The light was pulling me back. No, I don't want to go back. A voice was calling out to me.
"Jade," a voice said, breaking me from my state of unconsciousness. I opened up my eyes slowly to see
a woman with long wavy brown hair, shining a flashlight in my eyes.I felt water in my throat and I immediately shot up, coughing and spitting the water out of my mouth. "Jade, are you okay?! Let me see her!" a voice yelled my name again, but I didn't know who it was because there was like, at least, four or more people surrounding me.
A woman with short blond hair asked, "Sweetie, how many fingers am I holding up?"
"Four." I answered. I saw some cop holding Demi back and Demi looked like she was really worried about me, even though, we hardly knew each other. She was soaking wet just like me and she had a blanket wrapped around her.
"What's your name?" the male paramedic asked.
"Jade Weathers." I replied as the cop gave me a blanket to wrap around myself. "Thank you."
"How old are you, Jade?" The cop with the fluffy mustache asked. "I'm sixteen." I responded.
"Okay, Jade. What were you doing out here? It's the middle of December, you should be home with your parents." The male cop said. Then a female cop came behind him and asked me, "Speaking of your parents. How can we get a hold of them?"
"You can't." The woman looked at me funny. "Why not?" She asked.
"Because, they died a while ago. I don't really live anywhere at the moment, we're still trying to figure out who I'm supposed to be living with." I answered, hugging myself in the blanket. "And that woman over there? Is she by any chance related to you?" I nodded.
"Okay," He said, giving a signal to the cop that was holding Demi back. "Morgan! Let her go! She's good!" The cop moved out of Demi's way and Demi ran to me. I slowly got up with the aid of the male paramedic and the one with the short blond hair spoke to me, saying, "I know you haven't been injured or anything, but we still need you to come down to the hospital to be evaluated. It's just apart of our procedure, okay." I nodded, walking over to the back of the ambulance. I felt someone touch my shoulder and it was Demi, she had a perturbed look on her face. "Hey, I'll meet you at the hospital."
"Okay." I said, slowly climbing into the ambulance as the doors closed behind me.
I got to the hospital, the nurse had finished checking me and she said that I could go home. I asked her if I could make a phone call because I knew my family would be worried about me and she let me. So, I called Uncle Manny and he said that he and the rest of the family would be on their way.
"Is your family coming?" Demi asked, sitting in the chair next to me.
"Yeah, they're on their way. Listen...um, thank you for saving me." Demi shook her head. "I didn't do anything. I just pulled you out of the water and call the police." I touched her hand and said, "No, you saved me, Demi. You came after me, you risked your life for me." I looked around me to make sure no one was listening because I lied to the cops, when they asked me, "what I was doing near the bridge?" I told them that I thought I saw someone else "trying" to jump off and I "tried" to save them. I whispered, "If you weren't there and you didn't convince me to not jump, I would've died. So, thank you for that. I don't know how I could ever repay you." I wrapped my arms around her and she hugged me back. She pulled away and looked me in the eyes, giving me a small smile. "You don't have to do anything. Saving you was enough for me."
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Unanchored: Inspired by Demi Lovato (book 1 of the unanchored series)
FanfictionSome people are meant to be fixed, others aren't. People like me who are unanchored, can't balance out the things in their life because we don't know what that word means.