Prologue
Samara's P.o.V
I never thought it would get to this. I feel the crisp fall air flowing through my hair and I can't help but look down. I skim through the crowd, several stories beneath me, but I can't see her. Just her parents. Mr. and Mrs. Fields are looking up confused as hell, along with the rest of the crowd.
I've never been the most popular girl here, that was always Emily. Being the best swimmer in the state helped, that's all anyone ever knew about her though. I knew the real her. I knew she was afraid of heights, I knew she loved Hot Cheetos, I knew her favorite movie was Titanic. But above everything else I knew she was in love with me.
Correct that, she is in love with me. I know she has no interest in that Ben guy. She just hates the thought of being disowned by her parent, so she's dating him to make them happy. I feel the wind pushing me again, as if it wants me to jump. I take a deep breath and lean forward, giving into it's demands. But as my mind is letting go, along with my body, I feel a hand wrap around my wrist. Pulling me back.