So I had an old account years ago on Runswithskizors. I'm reviving my old stories. Cleaned em up, adding a little love and experience.
Hope you enjoy!
The black depths of the ice cold water rushed beneath my feet, calling to me their swift voice, whispering my name softly.
gurgle gurgle.
It was tempting.
My feet inched closer to the edge. Beneath me, who knows how far, the calm waters trickled over ice.
They were about to take my troubling life out of my hands.
Slowly, slowly.
I thought to myself. I didn't want to slip.
Ha! Humor? So close to the end? To the edge.
I drew a deep, cold breath, settling the frazzled nerves. Somewhere, there was enlightenment on the edges of my subconscious. Attachments faded away. I let go of the railing, uncertain about everything. In this moment, I was freed.
I raised my arms to my sides as they turned into wings. I lifted my head to face the blackened sky. I flexed the feathered things. They stretched and rose to great, spanning lengths above me, permissing my freedom.
I had a taste and wanted more.
With the last gulp of air, I took that step off the edge of the earth, plummeting into darkness.
The wind did not rush past my ears, whistling approval in great cheers as I took my own life. The cold water did not rush up underneath me, enveloping me in prickling, cold arms. No numbing. Nothing washed away all of my fears and erased my body from this earth. I was still here, still breathing, suspended, somehow, in mid air.
I opened my eyes, trying to make sense of this sudden lack of gravity.
Instead of the cold, a warmth wrapped securely around my waist, holding me away from the water. What felt a whole lifetime flashed by my eyes before the arms pulled me down, setting me squarely on the cobblestone bridge. My eyes bugged out of my skull, my breathing couldn't catch up to my racing heart. I felt a face drop on to my shoulder, letting out a long, heated breath on the back of my neck. a shiver ran up my spine. The grip loosened and there I sat, leaning against the warmth.
A stranger's voice vibrated through my frame in a shaky laugh. He breathed into my ear, "Thought I was too late."
He sounded as shook up as I felt. His words were smoke, burning through my brain like hot coals, a fire spreading through my veins from those low cinders. I relaxed into the heat.
Had it been only seconds ago that I had wished for the coldness of death?
Remembering myself, I steeled over, roughly shoving away from the stranger's arms. I took a few steps back, regaining my composure before shooting him a glare.
When I saw him, however, my expression faltered. His spiky, red hair was outrageous, made him look like a delinquent, if every other aspect of him didn't scream the same thing. His eyes were emeralds surrounded by a layer of charcoal eyelashes, these two tear shaped tattoos giving him the appearance of a ridiculous sad clown. He was dressed head to toe in black, like some kind of criminal.
I felt a tug inside me somewhere. Like a moth to flame, I was tantalized by his heat. Hypnotized by those eyes. I snapped out of it.
Hardening once again, I recovered from the initial shock of...him. Drawing a steady breath in through my teeth, I crossed my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes at him. "What the hell do you think you're doing!" I snarled.
A hurt look filled those green eyes, and confusion, "I was saving you."
"What if I didn't want to be saved," I bit back.
"But you were going to jump off the bridge," he stated plainly, "you would've drowned."
"That was the point," I snapped, looking over to that bridge. Just over the edge, my coffin still awaited me. So far away now...
I looked back to the red head who was staring at me dumbly. His lack of expression threw me off. "Why did you want to kill yourself," He asked, demeanor completely serious.
"That...is a complicated question," I muttered under my breath, staring at my shoes now, thinking back to all the events that lead up to my final decision. I quickly lifted my gaze and rebounded with, "Why did you stop me?"
A small smirk graced his features, lighting up his whole face. His expression tugged at my stomach and made the blood in my face boil. With a cluck of his tongue he replied, "Ah, now that's the easiest question. I'm your guardian angel, of course."
I turned on my heel and left.
Psychopath. Determined to disentangle from our encounter, I began to walk...where? I had no idea. I couldn't go home. I couldn't walk up to a friend's house at 2 in the morning on a thursday night. I'd get kicked out, no doubt about it. I wasn't about to turn around and try to have a serious conversation with Mr. Crazy. So...where would I go tonight was the question. I thought the answer was the bottom of the river. I felt lost.
I stopped on the sidewalk, my breath curling away from me under a street lamp. It was cold. A sob shook my shoulders.
But there were arms to stop them.
"Where are you going tonight?" He asked, practically reading my mind. His arms lay on my shoulders, chin resting on top of my head. Pitiful little jerks tried to escape my torso in even more pitiful cries. Somehow, he stopped them.
I let out my breath slowly.
"I don't know," I choked.
"Well, why don't you come home with me?"
Silence.
"Are you a pedophile," I finally asked. He laughed pretty hard.
With a crooked grin he shook his head and replied, "Nah, I already told you. I'm your guardian angel."
"Not again with the 'guardian angel' thing," I groaned, pushing him away. I turned to face this strange red headed man, "who are you?"
"Whaddya mean," he asked, "I'm not lying if that's what you're thinking."
"That is a ridiculously suspicious thing to say," I retorted blandly and turned to walk away once again. I was not going to put up with some guy's delusions right now. I was having enough trouble trying to sort out if I'd really died and this was Hell or something. Stuck here with crazy people who dont make sense, only false promises. Am I sure I'm not just sitting at the bottom of the river? I pinched myself. Ow!
"Hold on, you gatta come back with me," this guy yelled, jogging to catch up with me,"I was sent by the higher ups. Face it kid, I'm stuck with you and you're stuck with me."
"Like hell," I snapped, taking a sharp right down another path out of the park and onto a street sidewalk. They were virtually empty save a few late night drunkards who wanted to forget they had wives. Unfortunately for me, he kept up. Curse those lanky legs of his!
"So if you're not gunna bunk with me," he trailed off in a lofty voice, "then where are ya gunna go? Home?"
"No," I spat.
"Friend's house?"
"No," my reply was sullen.
"Family member of any kind?"
I was silent.
"So...basically I'm your best choice, right?"
"More like my only choice," I sighed dramatically.
His grin sucked up most of his face when he heard that. "That sounded like a submission!"
"As if," I huffed, quickening my pace.
"Hold on," He said, and I found myself stopping, waiting for him. He fished around for something in the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a cigarette and placed the stick into his mouth, at the same moment whipping out a lighter and flashing it across his face. A spark ignited the air for a split second in the darkness of night. I watched, waiting for him to spark it again to light his cigarette, but he merely put it away. My face scrunched up in confusion...until I saw the end lighting up with dull cinders.
"How did you do that," I asked softly.
He looked over at me. With a knowing smirk, he tapped the ashes off the end and stuck the butt back in his mouth. "It's magic."
I rolled my eyes and kept walking, "So you're a guardian angel sent from heaven to watch over me...with 5 minute smoke breaks?"
"I've got a couple of piercings too," he snickered, a wicked smile on his face, "wanna see em?"
I blanched and smacked his arm.
He rubbed it with an amused look, turning to face the sky above us. The stars twinkled coldly in the distance, no interest in petty, human life.
With a deep sigh he told me, "The mystery of earth. Human vices got to me." He turned to look at me deeply with those emerald eyes. "So kid, you coming home with me or what?"
I couldn't say anything. We continued walking as I held my breath. I knew that if I released it, it would come out as a white flag.
"Blondie," he finally asked, poking me in the side.
I released the air with a tormented, "Fine!"
A lopsided grin stole over his wicked lips, wide, green eyes sparkling. He dropped his cigarette to the ground, squishing it firmly into the concrete. Suddenly, his lanky arms swept me up in a vice grip of a hug, crushing me to his chest as he chuckled lightly. After my initial shock, I struggled against his hold, trying to break free...but eventually gave up on that as well. I felt broken all of a sudden. My moment of freedom back on the bridge felt so far away…
"Alright, kid, lets get some food in you," he said, setting me back on my feet. I still couldnt breathe right. "I'll bet you're starving, near death experiences and everything. I'll show you my favorite late night place. Come on, stop looking so morose, you're not 6 feet under water and I'm not castrated, so count your blessings for the both of us."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I dead panned, "And my name's not kid, or blondie. It's Roxas."
With a crooked, devilish smile, he winked at me and replied, "Nice to meet ya Roxas. Name's Axel. Memorize it."
Suddenly, the whole world shifted to the right.
Perspectives shift daily. I prefer mine to the right.