A reason to stay

A reason to stay

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Romance
As I stand on the edge of the bridge I know nothing is holding me back. I'm a screwed up teenager with anorexia, who has no friends and whose parents are both dead. I want to die. I wonder if anyone will notice that I'm gone. Probably not, no one cared about me. I wasn't always like this. I used to have a family, friends, a good life but all of that changed. It changed somewhere between the day my parents died in that stupid car accident and when my best friend died of cancer. I have nothing left nothing to live for. I stare at the jagged rocks beneath me and then at the beautiful sky above me. I want to take it all in before I jump, before my eyes close and I stop breathing. Before I die. As I'm getting ready to jump I hear someone shout something behind me. I turn around and I see a handsome boy my age running towards me, wearing a scared expression. I see his sweet, soft features. I see his blue eyes, messy brown hair and tanned skin. I see Matthew, the boy that saved my life.
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Save Me

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

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