I stared and overlooked the long fall into the huge canyon. I don't think I can go on. My life has no value, I have no one that loves or even cares about me. The person I gave my heart to smashed it into bits in every way possible. I can't go on after a betrayal like that. All my friends hate me for my existence and I've heard them say I was better of dead. So I'm doing them that favor. Besides I have no family my mom died when I was six, my dad was abusive, did drugs and drank. He had almost killed me at least three times but then I met my friends and I thought I could go on. And now I have nothing to live for anymore since they are better off without me...It would be such an easy death. I take a deep breath pull the note out of my pocket. I lie it ontop of my favorite hoodie.
Then I close my eyes and start to lean backwards with my hands at my side. I feel the ground start to give away under me as I try to hold in my tears. I would not cry I wasted enough tears and I would not waste anymore. All of a sudden I feel someone grab my wrist and yanked me towards him. I let out a cry and try to hit him. My fist connected with his jaw but he just grunted and managed to pull me back onto solid ground. I start to scream and try to break away from his grab and try to throw myself over the edge but he wouldn't let go of my wrist. The fight goes out of me and I go limp and finally let the tears come. I sob and I notice he doesn't let go of my arm instead he pulls me close to him and rocks me while I sob into his chest. He murmurs soothing words into my ear making me cry harder.
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FanfictionIsabelle Stevens lived with her stepfather, Rick, for years. Until one day he attacked her while drunk. She ran away with her only friend, a black cat named Shadow. Alone sleeping in the woods a boy her age comes upon her. His name is Alfred Jone...
