Freddie 8:45
Here he was. On top of a nine story building. Preparing to jump. It was still early on Saturday and not many people were out. He had been on his way to see Effy, but when he got there his world had fallen apart. She was dead. She had killed herself. She had left him. And no matter how much he knew he should hate her for it, he couldn't. And so here he was about to join her. Without Ef he had nothing, and nothing mattered to him. She was a bitch, a whore and completely insane, but he didn't care, because, even if only for a while, she loved him to.
A part of him, a small part, wonders if she's worth it. If she's worth his life. When he first met her he knew he wanted her, but then she shagged cook, she broke his heart and their friendship. She had made so many mistakes, but then so had he and cook and every other teenager on this fucking planet. At the end of the day, they were all screw ups. Effy loved him, she had broken up with him because she loved him too much … had loved him … she was dead, she couldn't love him any more.
There were more people down there now. Women were crying and hiding their kids eyes. Men with bullhorns calling up and telling him to hold on, that they'll get him help, but he didn't want help, he didn't need help. He wanted Ef and he wanted release. Yes, she was worth it.
He turned around, not wanting to see the ground getting closer and slowly fell off the building. As he fell he thought of her, of Effy and then he hit the ground. Dead on impact.
