Unhinged

Inevitable

*Scotts POV*

And there I was. On the floor. Covered in dust and confusion, dripping despair with a hint of exasperation. Scratch that, not a hint, a tumultuous amount entangling itself with emotions of distress.

Who. Was. He? And why did I dream about him, I am not Professor Trelawney, this is not normal behaviour for a 17 year old dork who hides away from the world. What is going on?

"Oh my gosh are you alright?" Concern covered his gorgeous features, worrying his brow into odd lines. His arms were wrapped around my upper body, trying effortlessly to prevent mine from sinking further towards the ground. My torso alone seemed to take up the majority of his body, but it was a cute thought. He was cute. He was god damn gorgeous. He was-

"Are you here alone?" His soft, sweet voice pulled me from my trance and I gazed passionately into his eyes, simply appreciating his flawless features and angelic tone. 

I blinked. 

I must seem like such an idiot. Here I am, once again, having a full blown conversation in my head and this perfect specimen of a man is trying over and over to make me talk and I'm still a mute. Damn it Scott! Pluck up the courage and speak!

"I, uh. Yeah, I mean yes. I was supposed to be meeting people but I uh went on a bit of a detour." My eyes couldn't keep direct contact with his, every few seconds they would scourer my surroundings wishing that someone would come and drag me off the cliff just to relieve me from this embarrassment. 

"Is there someone I can call for you? I don't feel comfortable leaving you here, not after..." His eyes now mimicked what mine were doing mere moments before, wandering the earth, praying for something to break the awkwardness filling the air. 

"Um, no. There's no one to call." My head dropped to the floor for the second time within the past 24 hours, not wanting to come to terms with what could of potentially happened if this goddess of a man hadn't shown up. 

But he had showed up, and that's all that mattered at this point in time.

And then something happened that I didn't anticipate.

The boy sat next to me, a fair equal playing field. No superiors, no judgment. Just us.

"My name is Mitch" 

He held out his dainty hand to shake mine, a welcoming smile now replacing his previous expression. I shook his hand, mine completely engulfing his. I could get used to this.

"Scott" I returned the smile as my stomach did summersaults, making it all that much more difficult to speak to Mitch. 

Mitch. Mitch. Mitch. What a gorgeous name. What a gorgeous boy. Just being in his presence would make anyone feel not only slightly nervous, but extremely grateful. His cool persona seemed to quickly rub off on me, embracing me with open arms. 

We talked. We sat. And we watched the sun. Laughter was replaced with well deserved silence, the small gap between us getting smaller each time Mitch 'subtly' scuttled over, inch by inch.

"Could we go back to yours?" The words had left my mouth before my brain had time to catch up and think about what I was saying. Mitch face was taken aback, slightly wary. I'm uncomfortable.

"Oh no! I'm sorry Mitch I didn't mean to make you feel weird. I didn't mean it like that - I just meant - I like your company - didn't want to be alone - its okay you've done so much thank you!" With each beginning of a sentence I dragged my body up a bit more, distancing myself from Mitch. He's going to think the worst of me 100%. He's going to think all I wanted was to sleep with him this whole time. And whilst one day I think that would be a dream come true, a few hours after him saving my life and actually meeting him, it wasn't exactly spot on timing. 

My head was once again back into a frenzy over thinking, over analysing and stressing to the max. What have I done?! I was panicking. Why was I panicking so much? 

I don't know where I am.

No one knows where I am. 

I'm alone with a stranger after wanting to kill myself and now I can't see straight.

I stumbled back, the heel of my foot hitting a rock. Someone was calling out,  yelling. But I kept stumbling, I couldn't collect myself, couldn't quite get my balance. My long limbs were flailing, I was falling. 

All of a sudden it was in slow motion, and I could see clearly again. I knew what was happening.

My breathing stopped and I was floating, falling at a snails pace. I could see Mitch, as he ran to the edge of the cliff, looking down. Down at me? His face struck with pure terror. His arms reaching ahead of his body as if in an attempt to grasp something just out of reach.

Then I understood.

I had fallen. Stumbled right off of the cliff. Body drifting towards the ground, an inevitable end. What was I to do now? Theres nothing I can do except fall. 

At least the last thing I was seeing was Mitch. Mitch's face, with the sun behind his head. 

He was my very own angel.

And then I hit the ground. Every part of my body screaming for a split second.

And then, nothing.

Apologies for the short chapter, hopefully you guys kept up, I know this was probably confusing as hell. I could visualise what was happening, and with a bit of luck, you can too.

P.s. This will make sense in the next chapter

-Kayla xx