My toes hung over the edge of the cliff, the waves below crashing against the rocks taunting me to jump with every bang and crash. The dreams, no nightmares, why won't they go away. I'll do anything, I promise I'll be good just please make them go away. The memories creep up on me with a sense of malice and pain that I can't even describe. But I push them away knowing that I won't have to deal with them. Knowing that I will die with no extravagance or attention, just like my life. Maybe if I had just said kept quiet, this would have changed everything, but life is made out of what if's. They all told me I couldn't have known, it's not my fault, and I shouldn't blame myself. But I can see it, the blame behind their eyes that they haven't even bothered to hide. They won't care when I'm gone, I'll just be another name who passed through Forks like a ghost. The gossip of the week before someone hears about the latest affair, I can picture it now "did you hear about that Swan Girl, killed herself"

"Haven't heard of her but did you know Chris and Maggie have been cheating on each other"

"Both of them?"

"Yes."

"No! Wow."

I chuckle darkly in my head. If only they knew, maybe then I wouldn't be mentioned for those 2 seconds. I can't say I'll miss Forks because that would be a lie, but I can say I'll miss Phoenix the place I called my home. Well, before it happened. The trees sway ominously around me, sensing what mood I am now in creating a dark shade surrounding me. With the small patch of bright light to my right, like the cliché, walk into the light. But I can't walk into the light, go back to the world I once knew and loved, because that worlds gone for me. Dead before I could even blink.

If I had been paying more attention I probably would have noticed that the twig that I heard snapping wasn't done by an animal but something larger. I was too focused on the world after the jump than the world before it. Maybe if I had been paying more attention I would have heard the soft steps of shoes behind, but I was too focused on the pain than a footstep. So when a voice came from behind me with urgency and fear I didn't know who it was and instead of stepping of the cliff, I stepped away from it. But the word rang in my head and before I knew it the mystery person spoke again.

"No!"

At the time I wouldn't know how much that person would affect my life, how they would turn it around and make it better again. So I did what I was taught to do keep my eyes to the ground and wait, wait for what I never knew, but normally it was to wait for the worst to happen and then to clean up what was left. After a few minutes of silence I wondered who this mystery person was, why weren't they walking towards me? They weren't even saying anything to me. I slowly raised my eyes at first I saw a pair of black trainers, followed by a pair of jeans and a muscle top. This had taken me a long time considering this person must be at least 6 foot 5 compared to my 5 foot 3 frame. To make matters even better this person was huge, the guys shoulders and arms looked like the size of my head. I kept my eyes travelling upwards until I was met with two piercing blue eyes. But what surprised me were the sadness and the great depth hidden underneath them. No one had ever showed me sadness, sure I had pity and on a rare occasion sympathy but never plain sadness. They didn't even know me how could they be sad.

The man kept eye contact with me for what felt like eternity but I knew it couldn't have been for more than a few seconds. After I realised he probably thought I was staring I quickly directed my eyes back to the floor, waiting for the blow whether it be mental or physical. Slowly I heard a crunch as the guy walked towards me; I knew it would happen soon than later, the sadness was probably faked, so that I was lulled into a false sense of security. But what surprised was the soft hand that pulled my chin up gently so that my eyes would meet his eyes again.

"What were you doing on the edge of the cliff and don't even try and tell me you were admiring the scenery." He spoke quietly and softly to me, the corners of my mouth nearly pulled up into a smirk. Before I had to open my big mouth and say something.

"Great, I had to pick the only cliff with a suicide watch." My eyes widen once I realised I had said this, as I brought up a shaking hand to my mouth to cover up my words I had just spoke.

This seemed to surprise him, as I said this and his hand left my chin as he gasped at what I said.

"That's what you were doing? Committing s...s...suicide?" He said this with a stutter as he seemed to find these words repulsive and unbelievable. After he waited a few minutes and realised that I wasn't going to give him an answer any time soon. He asked the hardest question of all, followed by an answer I already knew.

"What's your name? If I tell you mine will you tell me yours? I'm..."

Authors note: hey I never read these so I doubt anyone will but if you do, I would like to apologise for saying that I would update my other story, which I never did. I wrote about half of it before I realised it was really hard to write for. Back to this story though, CAN ANYONE GUESS WHO THE GUY IS? Until next time

Rebecke xxx