Falling

Chapter 1

Just another useless year. One filled with my broken hope, and yet another year that everyone forgot my birthday and my existence. Each year I've hoped that even 1 person would remember. But no one ever has and no one ever will need to after tonight.

So I've decided that this year was my last. The past year has been the absolute worst and there's no way it could get better. My plan is a simple one. Walk to the bridge and jump. Maybe once I'm falling I'll regret it but whats the point when I'm unable to find any happiness.

I quietly walk down the stairs, trying to make no noise. I don't want to wake up my parents and ruin my birthday plans. The TV is still on but when I look around the corner no one is on the couch. My parents left it on like normal. They work, fight, drink and sleep never sparing any time for me. 

Even though they aren't there I proceed quietly and walk up t the front door. My pad of paper is in my bag along with my phone and a pen. Even though no one will read it I might as well leave a note. I slip my converse on and grab my leather jacket. I might as well wear some of my favorite clothes. 

I walk out of the door and make sure the only noise it makes is a quiet click. The road s dimly lit by the streetlamps. Night is the only time I'm able to feel alive. Some people fear the dark, but for me the darkness means freedom. 

My street is empty. The night is mine for one last time. I breathe in the cold air, trying to take it all in. This is the last night of my life. My last night of being a worthless nobody. At the least the bills will be cheaper without me and I'm one less nuisance for the school counselor. 

I start heading towards the bridge but I change my mind before I pass the road to my favorite cafe. Might as well stop in one last time, I mean there's a last time for everything anyways. Shoving my hands in my pocket i turn down the street. It only takes 2 minutes before I'm in front of the cafe. Luckily its open till midnight and I still have a crumpled $5 bill from lunch today.

In no time I'm walking through the front door. The bell jingles, notifying people that someone came in. The place is almost empty except for a kid sitting in the corner. I look at all of the baked goods, debating on which one should be my last. 

"What can I get for you today?" the guy from behind the counter asks. He looks around my age, maybe a year older though. 

I hesitate for a second, "An earl grey tea with three sugar and two milk and the best dessert here." Hopefully I made the right choice and he'll pick out a good one.

"Okay. That will be $4.20" He replies, opening up the register. I hand him the bill and say to kee the change cause its not like I'll be needing it. 

I go and sit down at my regular table. This cafe is one of the very few constants in my llife. Slowly I glance over at the guy. Hes making my tea. He must be the only one working tonight. I put my head down on the table and close my eyes.

"Here you go,"the guy says, a gentle clatter following, "would you mind if i sit with you for a bit?"

I open my eyes and look at my tea, "Sure, I mean I don't talk that much though."

"Its okay, I get" he replies, sliding into the empty chair across from me.

"Just one question, whats your name? Cause it would be kind of weird if I keep on thinking of you as he or the guy." I say with a small laugh. 

The corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile, "Well my name is Lucas, whats yours?" Lucas asks and gestures to his name tag which I somehow missed. 

"Well my names Lizbeth, if people knew me they'd probably call me Beth." the last part is barely a whisper.

Lucas frowns for a second. I probably didn't say it as quiet as I thought. It doesn't matter anyways. He won't even remember my name by tomorrow and if he does Ill never know. 

"So Beth, watcha doing here so late?"he asks me as he takes a bite of his croissants.

"I just felt like coming here. This is the place where I don't feel out of place." I reply as I pick up my tea.

"My uncles friend owns this place. That's why I work here. Luckily they give me the night shift." Lucas says, pushing the plate with the chocolate croissant my way. 

"What do you mean luckily?" Most kids want to be out with friends or sleeping.

"Well if I wasn't on the night shift then I never would've met you." he says casually, smiling at me.

I can feel my face heat up and I try to laugh ti off. This is quite the way to spend my last night. The croissant is basically calling my name. So I do what anyone would do. I pick it up off of the plate and shove half of it in my mouth. Lucas made the right choice. I try to say that the croissant is really good but I don't think it really comes out that way.

Lucas laughs at me. His laugh is pretty nice. A second later I realized that there was chocolate on my face. I look at Lucas and try to ask for a napkin but I don't think it was understandable. He just shook his head at me, smiling, and he passes me a napkin that was stuck under the plate. I must seem like the most unobservant person ever. 

Oddly enough I'm not that nervous around Lucas. I wish that I had've met him before now. Maybe then things could have gone differently. I glance at my phone and realize its already 11:40. 

"Well I should be going considering you're closing soon." I say as I stand up. 

"Are you sure that you have to go?" he questions, frowning at the clock.

"Yeah I'm sorry but I really do need to get going." I say giving him a small smile.

"Can I at least get your number?" he looks kind of hopeful.

"I'm sorry, it wont really be useful after tonight" I quickly rush to get outside.

You cant cancel your plans for a boy who doesn't care. After being in the warmth of the cafe the cold air bites into my skin. I'm not taking my time anymore and I start to walk as fast as I can down the street. The sooner I get this over with the better. I don't want to be around for tomorrow.