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Chapter 9

Jade's P.o.v

I get home and I throw my purse onto my bed. It's unproductive Saturday.

I'm really puzzled that Perrie asked me to hang out with her. I barely know the gal. But I can tell something is off, my studies in. Sociology and Phycology have paid off in some way. Hey, I'm good with people and body language.

I hope she's okay. She said she could walk home from there. I don't know, a girl on the streets by herself...in Manchester...

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Perrie's P.o.v

I huddle closer to my body as I walk down the street, and a cold breeze runs past me. I should of taken up Jade's offer for a ride, but I didn't want to be a bother.

I fell such and overwhelming sadness and like a anchor, it's hold on me is deep underwater, is like I'm drowning but I can't die.

It's tied to my ankle, and the tide comes over my face and I suck in water, at that same time I quickly suck in a deep breath and the tears well up in my eyes, salty as the ocean my thoughts drown in.

I quietly wipe them, more and more breaths of air is conducted into my lungs, but is not enough. It's not enough to keep me cognizant.

Why don't I just leave? Why don't I just go already? No one wants you here. Not even Zayn. He doesn't love you. He doesn't even want you around.

Why don't you just die?

My heart struck sudden affliction, a gaping hole of agony aches inside my chest. I can't breathe for a few seconds, and the air in my lungs are still and haunting, almost teasing.

A sudden realization hits me. I have an idea.

Rational thoughts are long gone, flew away like a flock birds. But they aren't ever going to come back this time, it's for good.

I take a sharp turn onto a familiar street. And this time, I'm filled with an inner peace of mind from a simple solution to an inner dilemma.

In short time, I reach the bridge, and the water rushing under gives me a small spark of hope that I'll be okay. I'll be okay.

I block out the traffic noise and focus on the sound of silence inside my mind. I'm almost home.

I throw off my coat in a rush, and I'm met with the bitter gale of frozen air. The gust blows past me, and I hear all the voices calling me home layered within the algid wind.

I grasp the railing, my hands painted with red, the cold sticks to my hand with a burning desire for warmth.

There, I behold the blue abyss beneath me, and I have a slight aftertaste of fear.

I ignore it. I have to leave, it's time to become happy. Not afraid. The blue is my home. And in that moment a fictitious emotion of happiness arises.

I put one leg over the railing, all attention still held at the gaping blue monsoon below me. I could see the beautiful mystery that water hide behinds. It's enchanting, and puts me almost in a trance. Almost as if the water calls out to me, "Come home. It's time to come home."

"Perrie! It's time to come home! Stop this! What are you doing?!"

I'm suddenly put out of my trance and I'm startled. My foot slips out from under me, and in a instant, I'm hanging on to dear life on the railing, adrenaline is pumping fast, and my imminent death is starting to set in. I'm filled with fear as I look back down at the raging river, and the calming facade ceased to exist.

"Perrie! Perrie oh my god!" I hear someone yell. I glanced up to see brown eyes. It's Jade.

"Perrie give me your hand!" She rushes, and her hand is outstretched over the railing, towards my shaking limbs.

Instinct takes over and I grasp her hand with all my remaining life left inside of me. She yanks my hand and hauls my aching body over the railing, both of us landing safely onto the sidewalk.

"Perrie..." She whispers.

I look at her but words fail to work. And as I am inside, I am silent. A tear rolls down my face, and I can taste it from my lips. That's why I had a sour aftertaste, I was crying.

She pulls me into her arms with no further questions, and I sob loudly.

She meticulously pulls me up from the cold ground, carrying me. She places herself (and me) into a car, and shuts the door, with me still in her arms.

"...I'm sorry." I whisper into her chest, thinking she might not be able to hear me.

"No. I'm sorry."

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