SOOO…this "story" is going to be a collection of one shots. So when I get stuck on my other stories, or just want to do something new, I can write a one shot. They will be however long that I come up with, and can be about anything. Though I can tell you now, they will be mostly Edward/Bella and will be inspired by some song on my ipod. Yes….it's been done, but oh well.
DISCLAIMER: I'm not condoning, condemning, judging, or anything else about suicide. It is in this chapter..but um. Point is, don't mean to be offensive or out of line at all.
Chapter 1: Wheel of the World
The wind beats upon my scarred face. A face that time has been unkind to during its seventeen long and treacherous years. Pain, both physical and emotional, show themselves undeniably across my whole being. Standing over this tall building, I look down on the millions of Seattleites walking about, going about their day so carefree and whimsical.
Have they ever known a fraction of the tragedy that is my life? I doubt they could have withstood half of my past. My phone ringing snaps me out of my reverie. Haphazardly snatching it from my shredded pockets, the caller id reveals that it's my wonderful dad, Charlie. My jaw tenses and my hand subconsciously rubs a not so old scar on my arm. I threw part of the reason I'm so close to the edge over, enjoying the sound of the phone ricocheting off the building.
The only one I knew cared for me was ripped from me before I could even grasp the meaning of death. Renee, my beautifully naïve mother. She was so trusting and loving, and it was that trust and blind love that did her in. Charlie often took his frustrations out on my mom. Afterwards, trembling with how sorry and resentful he was over his actions. Charlie was Renee's first love, childhood sweethearts and she wanted nothing more than to believe him. So she did, and she died. With her death, Charlie substituted me for his personal therapy.
The countless beatings and berating was much more than I could bare. Several times, Charlie would come home drunk, force me to follow suit and shove drugs into me and fall back in a laughing fit. He was the police chief and there was no way out for me, no way except this ledge. I had done, see more things than I should have been privy to. Enough to realize that there isn't anything left to redeem me, nothing left that is worth living for at least.
I take a sure step forward but come to a halt when a strange breeze, colder than the surrounding air, brushes across my skin.
"What are you doing?" A warm, inviting voice beckoned me to turn around. My eyes fell on a statuesque man. If you could call him a man as he held an eerily appealing aura. Almost frightening yet deeply alluring at the same time. His deep ocher eyes that bordered between black onyx and his bronze hair stood out from his deathly pale skin. Something was telling me that I should get away from this mystery man, but what did it matter really?
I had been standing here on this building top for at least two hours, summoning up the courage to follow through. Though I admit, it wasn't a courageous act, but I just had to free myself from the shackles life has strewn on me. I wasn't surprised that no one had come before now, in some noble attempt to save me from myself. At the end of the day, they all just didn't care. Nothing I have experienced would let me believe otherwise.
"I think it's pretty obvious. Please, don't attempt to stop me." My foot edged forward, content with following through with my plan. The man attempting to thwart my goal, moves closer and I can feel his breathe tingling my skin. My heart rushes as I wonder what he has in store for me, and if I should jump before I meet a more horrific end.
"How ironic it would be for…someone like me to stop you from killing yourself." He chuckled. It was beyond me what was so funny but I was certainly not caring enough to ask. What hit me as being odd was the way he described himself.
"Yeah? Someone like you, what is that supposed to mean."
The man sighed and stood beside me, looking over the city as well. It was silent for minutes. "I came up here, drawn to your scent. I had it perfectly planned at the execution. But something about you is compelling me against that, against my very nature. You seem like such a tortured soul, empty almost. Tell me, what is troubling you so terribly that you would wish to end it."
I looked at him astonished. He was speaking as though he was granting me a lucky break. The manner in which he spoke of my scent, like he was some kind of bloodhound on the hunt for a precious jewel. Was it possible for me to possess something that would convict this odd man's heart? My mouth took on a mind of it's own and unleashed it's owners' feelings.
"I wish I was empty. The trouble is that I feel too much. And I'm tired of it all. I've come to the realization that the humanity in mankind is all but lost. A relic of the past that has been rudely covered with a cruel and malicious tint. There's nothing left for me among that, if there ever was." My eyes clamped shut and I sucked in a breathe as I felt the stranger's hands take hold of my arms
"Humanity may be dwindling in mankind, but it is very much alive elsewhere. It would be a shame and a tragedy to rob the world of a shining beacon for that."
"A tragedy if I die? How do I rob a world that has taken everything from me? It showed me no mercy, no kindness, and no love." A lone tear falls from my eye. I wasn't aware that I had any tears left for this existence.
"There's a whole new world for you to see. A new fantastic point of view, where no one will tell you no, or where to go. Just take my hand, and I promise you nothing but a wondrous and brilliant existence." He words were so reassuring and breathtaking, like a fairy tale. Looking at his outstretched hand I ponder what I should do. There's always time to die another day. Smiling nervously, I slid my hand in his instantly feeling the cold and granite skin.
"I'm Bella by the way."
"Hello Bella, I'm Edward. Come on, our new world is waiting for us!" Edward smiled excitedly, pulling me closer to him as he walked to the stairway. Idly placing my hand on his chest, I notice the lack of heartbeat. I guess only time will tell if there really is humanity alive elsewhere, far from the monstrous men the world has shown me.
((AN: Love it hate it? Review please? Oh and…um…Edward is a vamp. Bella doesn't know, she just knows he's not human. And my inner dork came out and I used a tidbit of Aladdin- "a whole new world" at the end. :)
