Save Me

Run! (Part 2)

-Lex

I stood on that same old abandoned pier. I was slightly amazed at how I always end up here, I don't even remember coming this direction. All I can remember is my heart pounding against my rib cage, blood rushing in my ears, and my breath coming out in heavy pants. I don't know what it is that always guides me here. I'm not sure if its the quiet, the solitude, or the peacefulness. Maybe it is the vast expanse of ocean that makes me feel so free, so open. Or, maybe it is the sense of peace I feel when I listen to the gentle lapping of the waves. Whatever it is, it causes this pier to bring me an immense amount of comfort.

With my adrenaline still pumping and my heart still thumping I decide to do something dangerous. Something so stupid that I know if I was in my right mind I would NEVER do. Recklessly I climb the wood fence structure that is suppose to keep people from falling from the pier. I stand to my full height, balancing on the wide, wooden railing. I stand tall, arms straight out to balance me, my face turned toward the sky. My hair that was previously tied back has come loose from the run, the hair tie lost somewhere along the way. My dark curls whip around me viciously in the wind that is now picking up. My cloths flap furiously in and I feel myself teeter on the railing.

Looking down at the waves, I notice that they seemed to have grown. Instead of gently slapping the sandy shore, the waves crash angrily as if they seek someone to devour. One false move. That's it. That's all it would take to be swallowed up by the hungry ocean. I swim poorly and as I look down I realized that if I were to fall that would be it for me. There is no possible way I could stay afloat in that. I can barely keep my self up in water that does not so much as have a ripple in it. I would drown. Simple as that. Then all this could end! No more pain, no more fear, no more stress. I would no longer feel the feelings of hopelessness and weakness. I would no longer struggle with my hearing. It would be just peace.

How can you think that, Lex!

How could I not?

You're talking about giving up!

Would it be so bad?

Yes! This is your life you're talking about!

I know.

Get down before you fall down!

No.

Yes!

No . .

"LEXINGTON!"

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-Ryker

I was jogging down the beach, heading in the direction of the old pier when I saw her. I froze. Paralyzed with fear. She stood up on the top of that rickety, old railing, teetering in the wind. One move. One wrong move. If she so much as even turned in the wrong direction, she would be gone. I looked down underneath her and at the sight of those waves, my mind clicked. Instantly my feet were moving again. My previous jog was long forgotten. I was in a full out sprint. The sand flew around my feet in a gritty spray and the wind wrapped its arms around me, trying to hold me back. There was no stopping me though. I knew what I had to do, and a freaking army could not have stopped me from reaching her.

"LEXINGTON!" I bellowed as I reached the dock. I watched as her hole body went rigid. My feet pounded against the wood as I tried to reach her. I will not loose her! I cannot loose her! Slowly, ever so slowly, she shuffled her feet on the rough, wooden railing so that she was now facing me. Her body was still rigid, she was robotic-like when she moved. Her face was a picture of agony and despair so great that it nearly brought tears to my eyes. I came screeching to a halt when I finally reached my destination. My chest heaved up and down as my lungs desperately tried to suck in air. My arms were lifted in the air ready to grab her and my face was a mask of determination.