I balanced myself on the ledge of the 4 story OCD main building. Normally, I was afraid of heights; but somehow, this time I wasn't. I wasn't…anything. My body was numb. The toes of my shoes hanging off the ledge, I slid my foot forward. I did this ever so slowly. It was amazing I wasn't air born yet. All but the very back of my heels were hanging off. It would be so easy to jump, end it all: to die. But I knew it was too late. I was already dead. The day my parents died, the day I moved in with my foster parents, the day everyone at BOCD found out, I died. I was a body with no soul or heart; just a mass of bone and muscle. My thoughts were no longer hers, my memories pushed to the very back of my brain. So really, the only thing left to kill was my physical body. That would be easy. What did I have to loose? A noise from behind startled me from my thoughts. A boy. He approached with caution, like I was some kind of unstable nutcase that might go off at any second. He was 10 steps away and held out his hand.
"Take my hand." I turned away from him and stared at the ground. "You need to think about what you're doing. You don't want to do this." He acted like he knew everything. It made me sick. He didn't know anything.
"How would you know what I want?" I asked, daring him to answer. I leaned forward to get a better look at her death spot, causing the boy to have what could only be called a panic attack.
boys POV for a sec: She was so calm. How was that possible? She wasn't drugged, he knew that. Her stare was so steady and content. She almost looked happy. Happy she was about to kill herself? She had to be out of her mind! (back to regular POV)
"Please. Don't do it." He was pleading now, and sounded like he was about to cry. I didn't look back but kept my stare fixated on the cold, hard ground. Would it hurt? It might. But no one could ever really know until experiencing it for themselves. I suppose it would depend on the circumstances. The better question was though, did I want it to hurt?
"Why shouldn't I?' I practically screamed. "Give me one good reason!" Unable to steady my emotions I started sobbing. He came nearer and stood a single step from me. So close, yet so far away. He reached out with his shaky hand and lightly stroked my bare arm.
"I love you, Claire." Cam said.