Eleven

eighteen.

"no."

"could have fooled me."

i looked out ahead breathing in a sharp breath as the wind blew.

"this is my hideout you know, this is where i come to get away and smoke in peace. i don't need you invading it."

i blocked out his voice, closing my eyes and exhaling.

a presence plopped down right next time me and lit his cigarette.

"along with your seizures, i think you might be going deaf too."

"i heard you. i'm just not in the mood to talk."

"awe, is little blue sad?"

"stop. okay. just stop."

he took a drag of his cigarette and threw it overboard.

"you weren't gonna jump."

i wasn't and i never planned to, but he didn't need to know that.

"you don't have the guts to." he taunted.

i didn't answer. he's been becoming a real pain in the ass.

"but i do." all of sudden he flipped himself over the edge, holding on by two arms.

i gasped.

"you see, i know you don't have the guts to do this because-"

"are you crazy, get back up here."

"because you'll never be that person, a person who dangles between life and death."

his left arm let go of the railing.

"stop. okay stop."

i don't know when but i started crying and i climbed off the ledge, sliding down against the wall.

sobs were piercing the night sky.

"shit, hey. i'm fine. see?"

he shifted awkwardly "i'm not good with crying girls."

i put my hand over my ears blocking the world.

i slowly stood up and looked right at him.

"don't ever talk to me again, stay away."

and then i ran.