Delete

Delete.

Staring at the computer screen.
Delete.
You look to your right but not the left.
Weird noises dance around you and you begin to type again.
Delete.
You bite your lip fiercly and you sigh heavily.
Furrowing your eyebrows as you rock your uncomfortable chair back and forth.
Rubbing your left eye after glancing at the digital clock, you start again, set with new
ideas and ways to write it.
Tapping your fingers lightly on the table you begin typing the word "Well"...

Would anyone miss you after this?
Could you do it?
No ... Not yet.... Just ... Just wait.
Life is crap and everyone is ugly. Leaving seems like a better idea every single day of every single hour of every single minute.
Biting your thumbnail, you observe all those stupid kids that run around you all carefree
and happy.
They have nice parents, friends, teachers, coaches- everyone.
Once sheepish- now careless, you shoot your eyes to the boy sitting at the lunch table accross from you. He is all smiley and he's beautiful.
This boy has some friends- not a lot but just enough and he seems happy.
You smile for the last time.
Like writing on the computer, you wish you could delete your feelings.
Delete.
Well that didn't fucking work but thank God for your sanity.
Sanity to a point... Right?
Damn that boy looks happy but he never looked at any girl, never looked at anyone outside his circle. Snob? He was kinda naughty too, getting told off for messing around at school, hacking into computers. Who didn't like a bad-ish boy ?
School library computers.
You brought in your material from your laptop at home and decided to work on this special project here to make up for lost time.
Clicking your fingers after you finish writing the message on the computer.
Your eyes move to the left corner of your eye.
The boy from the lunchroom had walked into the library by himself.
Who would've thought he was a super nerd?
Well the beautiful boy was a bit too late as the bell was going to ring any moment, was he looking for his friends or something?
You save the message onto your school account after writing the last things on the message:
"Tonight. 9pm. Susannah Bridge."
Quickly snatching your papers off the table, you rush nervously out of the library and too your last class....
School had thankfully finished.
You left copies of the message on your bed, in your locker, on your computer and the last one stuck on the bridge railing. It was 8:55pm and you couldn't wait any longer.

"Life was crap and everyone and everything is ugly..." You say to yourself, getting ready to jump into the cold, rocky water below.
"And they said nothing good came from hacking into computers" A voice shouted from behind you. Catching your breath, you steadily look behind yourself, tears sliding down
your ice cold face.
"Beautiful Boy" you murmur to yourself.
"Life will be pretty shit for me if you do this, you know. I know exactly who you are and I'm not going to let you jump off a bridge, you might catch a cold" He said cockily, smiling warmly.

You frown.
Delete him. Delete him. Delete!
But you're not a computer so it still wont work!
You can't even get a word out as the beautiful boy raves on about you and all the reasons why you shouldn't jump. But unfortunately nothing is convincing enough and not as bad as your life if you went back... You don't want to go back... ever.
"Would you runaway with me then?" He called. "I hate school. I hate it. I'm naughty and I don't care about it. We could go to a different school in the country far away, I don't have a lot of family -just my mum and six year old sister but I can visit them every second
weekend or whatever."
His arms were tensed.
"why the hell would you do that?! You have a good family! You would be giving up everything I don't have, everything I really wanted!" You reply, enraged.
Secretly... Deep inside, you were searching restlessly for a reason to stay here. Searching
for a solution, a purpose for you to continue on.
He forces a harmless, innocent smile.
"Come down from there and stop me from making the biggest mistake of my life. PLEASE"
"what ... Is it?" You ask sheepishly again.
"Letting you die..." He stated confidently. It was a little corny.

You're intrigued by the boy but you hold on the railing pole.
You don't know him. He could be like the others..
"I'm Dorian by the way" The beautiful boy whispered, you looked back again but he had
silently run up to you. His hands holding you tightly as he pulled you from the railing and carrying you until you were off the giant bridge.

You sob for a while, Dorian sitting quietly with you.
"Up for the fresh start and new school, sophmore?" He asked optimistically.
You recovered a bit and smiled a bit.
Were you really going to jump, hm? You ask yourself.
"No! You're not leaving your family!" You whisper.
"I don't have a family... I became an orphan when I was eight years old I knew you... I knew you would respond to that lie"
Dumbfounded and overwhelmed by everything, you gulp and manage to ask the boy a simple question.
"Dorian. How is it that an orphan... Can seem and be so happy?"
"I learnt to cope a little. Everyday can be a challenge but... That hole of loss can be filled again - not entirely but just enough to live with and Look... You're not going to kill
yourself, EVER. The only reason I went to the library was to see you! That's how I found you here ." Dorian smiled politely.
The heavy feeling on your shoulders had lightened a little bit and you could finally breathe calmly again...

THE END