Lost

Chapter 2

I bolted into the apartment building and skipped steps running up the staircase. Bursting into the apartment I heard something startle, meaning my roommate was home. Dakota slipped into the doorway of her room as if she had been drinking, "Hey! Wasn't expecting you to be home so soon." She slurred and I nodded in confirmation, yep, definitely a little drunk.
"Yeah, Uh got off work early," I lied straight to her face, "He's here, isn't he?" She frowned, knowing who I meant, but went back to her room. Glad I was on the other side of the house, away from her, I closed my door but could still hear them doing it all over her room. I slumped against my wall near the window, and glanced at the pride flag I had hanging there. There was junk all over the room, books and boxes from moving in. Plugging my headphones in I stood up, pushed the window open and snuck onto the 2 foot ledge.
     It got dark before I knew it and I opened my eyes again, taking in the height and not being bothered by it. I walked back into my room and saw Dakota. She pouted and I sighed, "What'd I do now sweets? You know how I feel about you being in my room," Dakota huffed and grabbed my arm by the wrist.
     "We need to go get drinks," she laughed. Dragging me down the stairs, she fumbled with something in her other hand. I arrived with her in the alleyway and turned to her.
     "Now what?" I laughed as she looked around. Dakota took the thing in her hand and showed it to me, a key.
"Angelo left me his car!" She squealed and ran around the corner. We walked up to her fling things, yellow corvette. I winced and told her I was driving, knowing she was already tipsy. With a dramatic sigh, she handed me the keys and I smiled. This car was more valuable than my life but a dream to drive, so I hopped in the front seat. Admiring every curve and stitch of it, I slide the key into the ignition. The V8 revved to life, I made sure Dakota was in, and drove to our bar.
     I pulled up to the old building and exhaled, the car more thrilling than expected. "At least I got us here without a scratch." I said getting out of the car. She laughed at the joke then walked to the entrance, mostly in a straight line. Running in front of her, I knocked on the door first. Bates opened the slit and grunted, "сбивать," I smiled as he opened the door. We walked into the bar/arcade that I've known for years and Dakota turned to me.
     "I didn't know this was here, how did you even know how to get in?" She looked interested.
     I bit my lip, she hardly knows me but I answered, "Bates has seven codes, all in Russian. That one was strike down." She glanced around, still a bit confused, so I shrugged and walked to the bar. Lydia smiled warmly and placed a glass on the table, "Thanks, Lyd." I sighed.
     After a few of Lydia's custom drinks and a few shots, I left to play some games. I gasped and made my way to space invaders. Eventually, I ran out of quarters and Dakota dragged me outside, she was actually sober, not wanting to drink from earlier. She put me in the car and got in the driver side, "What? You didn't think I'd only let you experience this car, did you?" Dakota laughed seeing my face. A smile told her everything as I buckled in, driving home in similar excitement to earlier.
We arrived home and I instantly ran to my room, switching on the news. I sat on the bed and Dakota stood in the doorway, "Have a good night, love." She smiled.
"Night, sweets." I shut the door when she left. Sighing, I listened to the news while out on the ledge. Part of me kept looking down, wanting to see what would happen if I jumped again...
(3 months ago)
"We see a jumper in Larkspur landing, police on the scene." Catherine Herridge could be heard saying in the coffee shop. I stood up and glanced at the TV in the corner of Dutch bro's, noticed the situation, and raced outside. My motorcycle fired to life when I got on and sped down the road. Slipping my helmet on, I skidded into the nearest space and ran into the back of the building.
     I leaped up the stairs and pushed the roof door open silently. The jumper turned around, a young guy with a slight build. His face was tear-stained and he gasped, I reached a hand out a started to speak to him. There was around 20 feet still between us, him being less than a three feet from the ledge. He shuffled backwards slightly the closer I got, 'if talking won't do it,' I exhaled and thought, still trying to talk him down. A whimper escaped his lips and he glanced over his shoulder, tears fell more as he looked back to me.
     I beckoned him with my hand but he took another step back, I set my arm, ready to get my shield, at my side. He looked down at the ground and leaned back, then slipped over the edge. My shield appeared as I ran to the edge and jumped off after him, the shield oddly provided resistance and I grabbed his arm. We fell slow and landed on the ground with him safe, I let go and stepped away. Gaping at what just happened, I retracted the shield and fled the scene before the crowd could say anything.