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The Nightmare of the Scholar

Mystery / Thriller

Sarah is an academic overachiever who has finally burnt out as she is eventually losing her will to live. Her academic rival, Ryan saves her when she tries to jump off a building. But when life takes a turn, she ends up in a mystery with Ryan and th...

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4 - RYAN

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Is that Sarah?
I saw a girl wearing a hoodie and sunglasses walking towards the roof of our school.
Out of curiosity, I followed her.
No one was allowed to go to the roof. 
No one.
Then who was the girl?
She looked like Sarah, but I wasn't sure. 
I followed the girl to the school's roof.
"Hello?" I screamed.
No answer.
"Hello, ma'am, what are you doing here at this time?" 
Again, no answer.
She did not even bother to look behind at me and quietly climbed on the edge of the roof.
Oh no.
Whoever she was, she had severe suicidal thoughts.
I quickly ran towards her. She took off her hoodie and sunglasses.
It's Sarah.
"Sarah?!" I was shocked.
And why wouldn't I be. I had known her since 3rd grade. She was extremely competitive and never accepted defeat. How could she lose the will to live and attempt suicide?
This wasn't the Sarah I knew.
"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" I yelled.
"It's none of your business!" she yelled back.
"Are you kidding me right now, Bissy?"
"Go away!"
"Not a chance in hell!"
"Well then go to hell, jerk!"
"No no no these cannot be your last words!"
"Please just leave. Plea-se.", her voice had started breaking.
She was crying.
Sarah was crying.
Before she was about to jump off the building.
"Don't do this. You don't wanna do this." I softened my voice to console her.
If I wanted her to trust me, I had to stop yelling and be nice to her. For once.
"I do.", she said wiping her tears.
"No, you don't."
"How do you know?"
"Cause I've been there."
Her expressions changed.
"What? What do you mean?" she asked.
"I will tell you if you get down."
"I can't"
"Yes you can. Of course you can." I reassured her.
She sniffled.
"Take my hand." I stretched out my hand towards her. 
She slowly reached out and placed her hand on mine. I grabbed her hand tightly and pulled her towards me on the ground. 
I didn't let go of her hand.
She was looking at the ground, too embarrassed from our interaction just now.
"Now, will you explain what just happened here?" I asked softly.
"I got tired." she said in a small voice.
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