You walked into an empty house. This was the perfect time to end this. Michael was having a drink with his mates and your parents were out of town.
Ever since you were younger, you wanted to be just like your older brother. He taught you how to play video games, dye your hair, and do almost anything he could do. This of course, caused you to get bullied because you were ‘trying to be just like your famous brother’ or another one of your favorites, an ‘attention whore’.
You walked right back out of the house and down the street to a near by bridge that hung over a small river. It was dark outside by now.
You climbed over the rail and held on tightly. Your feet were planted firmly on the edge.
You looked down at the flow of water under you. You felt no emotion what so ever.
Suddenly, in your peripheral vision, you saw head lights. You turned your head to see what looked like Michaels car. ‘It couldn’t have been Michaels car’ you thought, ‘he was out.’
You turned back around hoping whoever it was would leave. You kept your grip but took one foot off the ledge and let it limply hang.
"Hey! Y/n? Is that you?" You heard your brother call from behind you.
You turned your head to see him running towards you.
You let your right hand fall so half your body weight was hanging off the edge. You felt arms wrap around your stomach. Michael nuzzled his face into your neck and started to whisper nothings into your ear.
"No no no no no no no please no this can’t be happening…"
He picked you up and carried you over the barrier. He hugged you as tight as he could. You started to cry a bit realizing the love that you had.
"Oh my God y/n, why?"
You shrugged not really wanting to answer.
He picked you back up and brought to over to the back of the car. He climbed in after you and you say there in silence.
"Y/n, please let me help you with whatever your going through. Please just tell me and I can stay home for as long as I need to."
You sniffled.
"Michael. The p-people at m-my school…" You trailed off not able to complete your sentence.
"I swear I’m gonna-" he stopped realizing it was making you cry even more. He sighed.
"Come on y/n. Lets get you home."
Hi Guys This is my first writing so sorry if its bad
Love Belinda xx
