Standing at the Edge.

Chapter 1: Drop the World

I couldn't even begin to fathom what just happened. I watched her run downstairs, tears streaming down her face. It hurt me to think that I was the reason she was hurting. I didn't like seeing her in pain but I didn't think that she'd believe me so easily….

I smacked my forehead and hoped that this was just another one of those fights we'd had occasionally, like any other couple. I hoped that we'd be back together soon because truly, I wasn't ready to breakup. I loved her so much and I wasn't willing to forget that. I said things I shouldn't have and I knew I'd regret it the moment I spoke. I never meant anything I said but she believed it and she needed to know that it wasn't true. It didn't give her any reason to forgive me, but it was worth a shot.

I picked up my phone and dialed her number. It rang, and rang, and rang until I got to her voicemail.

"Hey, it's Julia. I'm sorry if I didn't get your call, but leave a message and I'll get back to you!"

Beep.

"Jules, I'm really, really sorry. I understand why you probably hate me right now, but I love you and I really need to hear your voice. Call me back? Or see you at school? K, bye!"

Letting it drop was probably the best idea for now. Everything would be back to normal soon, right? I lay in bed and slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

Ring. Ring. Ring

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. Was it Julia? I got up eagerly and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Eli, this is Julia's mom. Is she over at your house? She hasn't come home yet and it's almost three in the morning." Julia never got home? Where would she be?

"Um… no, Julia isn't here. She left a few hours ago." I heard Mrs. Forester slightly gasp and start sobbing over the phone.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Forester. I'll find her."

"Thank you, Eli." she said in tears, and hung up.

I got up out of bed, already in proper clothing and ran downstairs and out the door. I didn't bother to tell my parents about my absence. I got in my car and started it. I backed out of the driveway and drove down the street. I had no plans concerning my destination, but I knew I just had to look around, and maybe check at her friend's houses and as for help. I had to find her. As I approached the curb, I saw something in the road. A dog, maybe? Once I got there, I knew it was a person. A person with long, black, wavy hair and a beautiful face that belonged on a stage. This person's hair and face was covered in thick, red blood. Realization washed over my face and I couldn't believe it. This was no random person in the street before me. This was her. This was Julia. I wiped her bloody face with my palms. I lifted her off the ground and carried her off to the hospital nearby, not caring about my car that was left in the middle of the street.

The doors opened automatically and immediately, some people came and put her on a mobile bed and brought her to the emergency room. I looked through the glass window − they wouldn't let me into the room itself – and thought of my last words to her.

"You are so stupid! How could you let something like this happen? I can't even believe that I fell in love with an idiot. Well, not anymore. I don't love you. "

Tears streamed down my face and my eyes stung from the cool air that was now blowing. I was distressed and confused as to how any of this could have happened so fast.

"Hello, were you a friend of this girl's?" a nurse asked. She had rosy red cheeks and a heart shaped face and was quite short.

"Yeah... wait what? Were?"

"Yes, she uh… she passed away. There's no way to revive her. It looks like a car ran over her. "

It felt as if I had just thrown myself into a dark pool and couldn't seem to find the surface. At first, there was no pain except a dull, numb feeling but until someone spoke again the pool became hot like fire and a burning feeling washed over. The tears stained my cheeks and by this time, my eyes were blood red. The nurse hugged me and I felt a bit better but there was still a burning sensation. My phone started ringing and I took it from my pocket with shaky hands and answered.

"H-Hello?" I tried to say, croakily

"Eli? Eli, what happened? Where are you? Have you found her?" Mrs. Forester demanded. She sounded worried and frustrated.

"Come to Toronto Hospital." She started sobbing and said that she would come.

I sat down in a chair with my head in my hands and tried to process everything. She died. I'd never see her again. I'd never kiss her perfect lips again. She'd never return my call. She'd never hug me when she came home from her step-mom's house crying again. I'd never smell her sweet, scent again. I'd never tie myself to her again and I'd never get to tell her that I loved her.

Once Mrs. Forester came, the nurse explained everything to her and she started frantically crying. I walked out of the hospital because I couldn't stand to look at her lifeless body on the bed anymore. Once I walked outside, the cool air hit my face once again and the fire that still remained, cooled. It was cloudy and I felt a raindrop so it was surely going to turn into a downpour soon. In about thirty seconds, I was soaked and continued to slowly walk home in the rain. I wanted to die. It would have been much better than living a life without her. When I reached my house, my parents were up and pacing through the living room, probably wondering where I was. I walked in and relief washed over both of their faces and in about a millisecond, it transformed into anger.

"Eli! Where have you been? What happened to you?" my mom shrieked.

"Mom," My voice was even worse than before, and when I talked it got even hoarser.

"Julia… she'sdead."

My mom's eyes widened and her hand instantly went over her mouth. My dad held my shoulder tightly and led me to sit down on the couch.

"Wha, h-how? When?"

Tears spilled over in my mom's eyes and my dad had a sad and worried look on his face.

"A few hours ago..." I answered finally, after about a minute of just staring at my hands.

My parents embraced me in a warm, tight hug while more tears were released and we sat that way for what felt like an hour. It felt good to be with them and it felt good to hold someone.