Spark in the darkness (Inspired by Why Don't We)

4. Make it right

"I'm about to jump!" I announced, but not even I believed my words.

The fact that some unfamiliar boy was standing behind me, trying to stop me from my decision, filled my heart with a foreign feeling. It was nice that someone cared about me, because since Cay's death I haven't felt this feeling from anyone.

But why did he care? He didn't know me.

As soon as I lifted my leg to the air and said those words, I heard a sound like something fell out of his hands. I heard him exclaim. "No! Don't do it!" He sounded on the edge of panicking.

That made me confused, but I kept on persuading my body to jump. But before I could do it, I felt two arms wrapping around my waist, one holding me tightly and the other one grabbing my knees.

I screamed, absolutely outraged and maybe a little scared. "Stop! What are you doing?!"

He didn't answer me, just lifted me up and carried me away from the wall. I was kicking around me the whole time, so it led only into us both falling to the ground.

I asked him, my heart pounding in my chest, still trying to comprehend what just happened. "Why didn't you let me? I wanted to do it! My life doesn't make sense!" I screamed, tears running down my cheeks.

He stepped in my field of vision. "Don't be silly! If you really wanted to jump, you would have already done it before I came! I saw you standing on the wall when I was coming and it seemed like you had been standing there long time before my arrival." He said.

He caught me off guard. He was very smart and brutally honest. His words definitely left a scar in my mind.

He was right. If I really wanted to jump, I would have done it. I was a coward.

He looked at me and although I was bruised in mind, he took my breath away.

He looked so free and independent. His eyes had a dark shade of brown, his hair was so curly that the curls didn't look like curls, but like noodles. He had brown hair, which was shaved on the sides and from behind and the curls were falling into his eyes from the middle of his head. He had also a pierced nose with a piercing in the shape of semicircle.

I noticed one earring with a crucifix in each ear and a tattoo was visible on his forearm. A skateboard was lying near him.

He looked like the type of boy that my dad had prohibited me from dating. He looked like the typical bad boy, but I could see concern in his dark mysterious eyes and couldn't help, but felt like he wasn't that bad.

He knelt beside me and asked me tenderly. "Why did you want to commit suicide? Did you drink or something?"

His eyes were checking me and it seemed like he was looking through my eyes into my soul.

I choked on my tears when I said. "My brother is dead. He got hit by a car and I just can't live without him." The tears got to me once again and suddenly, I felt weak.

He placed his hand on my back and said nicely. "I'm sorry for what happened to your brother." I looked at him through the tears and saw an apologetic look on his face. No one was so nice to me in weeks and he was a stranger. 

I felt a need to defend myself. "No, I didn't drink. I never do, I don't like it. It's just...Today was the trial with the driver who had hit him and they said he should pay us 40 000 $. He won't even go to jail and he was drunk!

I'm feeling trapped inside my head and I can't escape it. That's why I want to take my life. I want to be with Cay again." I sobbed, but then wanted to cut myself a slap for opening up to a stranger.