~LOST & FOUND part two: found~
Brian strode through the thick trees of the park, the underbrush and low-hanging branches stroked his broad shoulders, some scratching him along his way, but they didn't matter to him—Almost there—was the only thing on his mind at the time.
He walked just a bit further until he saw a shimmer of light shining through the leaves of the low-hanging braches. He moved the branches with his hands and peered through to see if the coast was clear. Well it was…but not entirely.
There was someone standing over by the bridge, the bridge where he was supposed to jump off of with his hands and feet cuffed. A woman…fine-figured body, her smooth silky white skin glowed under the brilliant silver-yellow light of the moon. Her hair ran the length of her shoulders, and she was wearing tight clothes, strange for such a cold night. She turned her face, as if she knew he was there watching her, her eyes stayed glued on his—did she know he was there?—the silver moon of the night made her eyes shine a bright blue, it made her so beautiful.
"Samantha?" he thought, the notion just hitting him at the moment. Sam had hair at shoulder-length, Sam had smooth silky white skin, Sam always (or most of the time anyway) wore tight sexy clothes, and Sam was about to commit suicide just the same way as he was doing! What was going on? Was that girl on the ledge of the bridge really his Sam? Or just some look-alike? Or was he going nuts just to see her again?
Sam, or whoever the girl was, turned away from him, and then he noticed that she threw something small down onto the floor besides her, something metal for sure because it shone in the glowing of the moon and made a small clinking noise as it hit the floor.
She's got cuffs…he thought, the she was planning on killing herself the exact same way as he was going to do!
She jumped.
Brian burst through the trees and over the bushes and screamed, reaching out his arm. "NO! DON'T DO IT!" she cocked her head and looked at him, her eyes widened at the site, but all she did was smile at him, and soon her entire body disappeared as it dove past the bridge…and then…SPLASH!
He sprinted to the bridge, jumping over anything that got in his way. He threw off his jacket, pulled off his T-shirt, and made it for the bridge, ready to jump in and save the girl who reminded him so much of Samantha. I'll save you, he said to himself in deep thought. Don't you worry, I'll save you!
He was shirtless and almost near the ledge of the bridge, his clean-cut body was flexing at every movement of his sprint, his muscles pumping, straining almost, to get to the girl before she'd drown in the river. He took off his watch and threw it onto the floor as well, and then finally, he was at the ledge, he pushed himself harder, readying himself for the jump over the ledge and then into the river………and………
Jill was sinking deeper and deeper into the river, she was already losing breath and she was just about five to six feet under—just about halfway there, and she was already losing breath!
GOD! My lungs are gonna burst!!! But she did nothing to try and stop herself from falling deeper; she couldn't anyways if she even did want to. She was going to suffocate in a mere minute or so.
SPLASH!
The cold water of the streaming river embraced his muscled body as he shot into it. Not feeling the slightest bit of chill, he swam down towards the girl who had jumped or fallen into the river. He didn't know the rate of which she was falling at so he couldn't really make out how deep she could've gotten by now.
But all she has is about tree to five minutes until her last breath!
He swam down, deep into the surprisingly deep river—twelve feet!—the only thing that was on his mind was to save the girl before she could lose much air.
He gasped at the sight of something white floating on its way down to the bed of the river. He was almost twelve feet beneath the river himself now, and it'd only been about a minute and a half—well he was after cal-state champion swimmer and diver of '95.
Brian knew it must've been her, he could also see the glimmering of the handcuffs cuffed around her wrists. Her body seemed limp at the time, as if she was almost near death. Brian had little time to spare. His body shot through the waters faster than he'd ever swum before, now because there was a life at stake, barely hanging on the thread of life.
Her body limp, her arms afloat, cuffed together, wavering around, lifeless in the still cold waters of the river. She seemed so angelic in there, her hair rising up with the gentle flow of the river, her skin was porcelain, due to the eerie glow of the moon—an air bubble spurt from her mouth, thin-lined and barely open…already down to her last breath of oxygen…
Jesus Christ! I have to get her back up fast!
He swam a bit faster, reaching out his arm for hers…
…He made a grab for her two swaying arms, floating around the water, still handcuffed—tightly—and pulled her up and then turned back and started swimming back up towards the surface, where he could just make out the luminous glow of the moon, that full moon, where life is found, shining brightly, reflecting off the radiance of the burning star, the sun…
Life…
That warm embracement of sweet life. That sweet taste in your mouth of ice cream, it can be cold at times, but sweet in all, precious to someone's taste. Bittersweet be the thing called love in life that made life worth living. Experiencing the first touch of another's body against yours; the soft touch on your lips that made him feel warm on the inside…
Life…
Life was wonderful and not worth wasting on some girl whom he thought had understood him, and a friend, his best friend, who had stabbed him in the back. People disgusted him, now at least. Sure he had more better people to hang out with, but still; with what his best friend had done to him, it just made him think how people really were—greedy, selfish, full of conceit, lies, desires (mainly sexual desires), lusts, impatience—his list of adjectives against people could go on for almost ever.
But then he was holding this girl, almost lifeless girl in his hands, swimming his fastest up towards surface, hoping, against all odds, that she'll be okay. He was so close to breaking the surface, the night sky aglow a glittering silver-blue.
Life…
Maybe life wouldn't be so bad after all… he finally broke the surface, he couldn't really tell if the girl was actually blue or not because of the glowing of the moon in the twilight. He stared down into her angelic face, calm and silent, her hair plastered to her face, her lips gone purple (so she was blue), her body slowly but surely warming up, which was a good sign of course. She was simply beautiful and now, that he had a closer look at her, she really resembled Sam.
He paddled himself, with the girl still in his arms, towards the shore, not having to worry of any roaring rapids since the river was calm this fine night. They were nigh shore and reality once again…LIFE…alone…
"Don't worry," he whispered to her calmly, his lips trembling a bit. "You'll be okay, as well as the rest of the world…"
Next Chapter: PARLANCE