Chapter 1
I walk up to a bridge that goes across over blue waters, used for transportation. I squint into the distance and I see a boy standing on the edge that is about 350 feet up in the air, over looking the raging waters. I start pumping my arms and I get myself to run as fast as I can. I yell for him to step down from the edge and his eyes meet mine, I trip and fall and scrap my knees and hands all up, blood trickling down, adrenaline pumping, I get back up and start trying to run again but I'm weak. I finally almost reach him and at that same split second he jumps, I scream with tears in my eyes, burning from the salt from my sweat running down into my tear ducts. I try and reach for him, hanging over the edge. I hear a sound like a 'ziiiiip', I look around and I duck for cover. Someone is shooting at me, I look to my right and I see a forest, I run as fast as my legs can carry me and I hide in the woods. I hear crackling and rustling in the trees, I hide behind a large tree with a hold just my size and I back into it, trying to hide myself. I bite my lip, I'm hopeless. I have nothing to protect me, I'm already dead. The rustling stops, I just hear the wind blowing the leaves around. I take a second to regain my breath and I take one step out of my hiding spot and look around, staying quiet. I take another step and I turn 360 degrees to make sure there is no one following me, that who ever was shooting lost me. I breath a sigh of relief and let out a smile to myself. I take another step and hands are over my mouth and a gun to my head. I don't make a sound because if I do, there are absolutely no chances of me living.
"You need to be quiet." Says a deep voice, the man that has a gun to my head.
I nod and he takes his hand off of my mouth and takes my arms and walks me into the direction he wants me to go in. I hold my breath because I don't feel like dying, but I can't stop the tears that well up into my eyes and down my cheeks. I haven't seen what he looks like but he sounds young but not a boy, maybe his early to mid 20's. We keep walking until we hit a bright blue Hyundai Genesis Coupe, he turns me around and I finally see what he looks like. Light brown hair, bright blue eyes; like his car, tall and you can tell he works out, well, with his line of "work" he has to be. He puts his finger on my lips telling me to be quiet and I nod again. He opens the passenger side door and I sit down, with my legs still out of the car, I roll up my pant legs and show him the deep cuts in my knee. He opens the trunk and gets out bandages and comes back to me, neals down and cleans it and wraps it, giving me some pain killers, to numb the alcohol that he poured on my wound. I look at him and he looks at me reassuringly. I roll my pant leg back down and pull my legs into the car. He shuts the door behind me and gets into the other side, shutting the door behind him. He turns the ignition and the car hums, he turns to me motioning me to put my seat belt on, and I do it quickly without question and he does the same. He opens a compartment and pulls out two pairs of sunglasses, he puts a pair on and he gives me the other pair, I put them on and I pull my hair up into a pony tail. I'm guessing he wants me to be in disguise because as soon as I put my hair up he smiles. He looks away and presses on the gas and we fly forward, I smile a little and a small laugh comes out, I cover my mouth because nothing was supposed to come from it but he doesn't say anything, he laughs too. I pull the sunglasses down slightly so I can see him from over them, I try to speak but knowing that I might die, it doesn't give me enough motivation, I look down at his gun between his legs and I try again, before I can say anything he speaks up.
"I'm sorry it had to be like this, this really wasn't part of the plan, not like this. I'm sorry that I scared you and I'm sorry you got hurt. You were trying to do the right thing and I totally understand that. One thing I don't understand is, you didn't even know the guy that jumped but you still tried to save him... why?" He looks at me with questioning eyes and I turn to him.
"I could care less who they are, life is important and shouldn't be ended in a hurry." I reply softly.
"You sound like you know a bit about this." he says after he looks over at me.
I look down at my legs and I clasp my hand between them, he reaches over and places a hand on mine but I pull away.