You feel someone one pulling back over the railing. Immediately, you want to push them off, though they have an extremely strong grip on you, and fall. But only anger you feel towards yourself for not being able to push them away, and for not noticing them in the first place, fills your head.
You're shaking in your saviors arms. There aren't any tears or chocking sobs, just a trembling movement going throughout your body. Whoever saved you notices this and only holds onto you tighter, rocking you back and forth slighting. You know they're a boy, since you're crushed against their chest. They're taller than you, since you barely come up to their chin, and seem to fairly built, although their clothing doesn't give much away of their muscular build. You also notice they smell faintly of apples.
Apples.
Shit.
It's Dave, you know it is. And when you look up slightly you see the blonde's face. You don't know whether to push him off and run, push him off and shout profanities, or to just let him hold you. You'd prefer to let the last happen, but something nags at you to push him away. Knowing that Dave is hell of a lot stronger than you, and with the current situation, it'll be impossible to break free. Sometimes you think he can be just as strong as Equius when he wants to be, though that's pretty difficult to meet.
It's nice, this feeling you have being in his arms. Probably because you are freezing and he's warm.
That feeling doesn't last when he pulls you away and looks at you with the most painful expression you've ever witnessed on him. "Why?" That's all he says.
You can't think of an answer. Why? Why did you try to end your life? Well, you're a freak, mostly everyone abandoned you, the memories of the game haunt you, you're a failure in this life just like the last, and everything just hurts. Every time you look at yourself in the mirror you are disgusted by yourself, by your skin and blood. You want to tear your out your own throat because you entire being just feels wrong. Your mind has been shattered by the nightmares and gruesome thoughts that have plagued your mind. You just want to scream until your voice burns out. ΒΈ
You have multiple scars and scabs on your arms, stomach, and legs, all caused by yourself. Some will never go away, you don't care. Your eyes expose everything you hate in blatant red. You wish your eyes had stayed dark brown; it would have been easier to deal with.
He's still waiting for an answer. You have it, but you can't bring yourself to say it. Fear that if you say it, he'll say that it's true. You are truly a failure, a freak, a disaster. Your heart bleeds at the thought.
You open your mouth, and nothing comes out. So you shut it and look away from his shades. You can just feel his eyes staring holes into your being. You expect him to get angry, to be fed up with you, to give up and walk away.
He just pulls you back into his arms again. He holds you tight like you will fall into pieces if he lets go. It's just the opposite though. You fall to pieces as he holds you. The tears are come like a waterfall, and the chocking sobs are muffles in his shoulder.
He hold you tighter, you didn't know it was even possible, shushing you. It only makes you cry harder, because he's here and he hasn't left your sorry ass. Though you wish you did, but glad he didn't.
You wrap your arms around him and hug him back. And, Gog, you'll never let go. He's you last hope.