Trust life a little (Completed)

2-Just Plain, Suicidal, Dakota.

I was about to step off of the trunk but i got stopped by a dark figure. "Hey you wouldn't want to do that."

I took off the slip from my neck and looked at Mr. Perfect leaning against the tree smirking. How could he see humor in this?

"I read your note."

I jumped of the stump and snatched the paper out of his hand. I shoved it into my pocket and sat down on the stump that i was just about to jump off, causing me to die. I can't believe i was about to do that. I'm an idiot. Why would i end my life because of a stupid girl that bullies me. I won't be another girl that fits the statistics. Right when i was about to leave, Mr. Perfect sits next to me and puts his arm around me. Why does he care? I'm just Dakota. Just plain, suicidal, Dakota.

"Hey don't ever try that again. It's not worth it, i should know."

I retorted, "What do you know, Mr. Perfect. You have everything in the palm of your hand. Your popular. Your super hot. You have a perfect academic record. You even have front row seats for college. You don't know." I got up and looked down at his face and continued, "Your life is a fairy tale and mine isn't. You should of let me die. At least you wouldn't have to see my distasteful-self at school anymore."

He looked surprised but got up and, since he was a little bit taller than me, he looked down at me with a sad face. "I don't know, but i know how your siblings will feel if you did die because i have gone through that feeling of losing someone to depression."

I felt sorry for saying all that stuff and just looked up at him. I wanted to say something but nothing came out. He looked sad and we just kept staring at each other. He broke the silence by saying, "Well this is awkward."

I giggled and looked to the floor. I felt my phone ring and my mom texted me that my dad and her are going to go over to my uncles' house. I texted back saying, 'ok'. I looked back up and i realized that we were so close that he could read my texts. I felt a mix of emotions. Its rare for someone like me to be so close to a god that is Mr. Perfect.

"So since your free from your parents and it looks like you have no siblings then you can hang out with me until this whole suicide thing blows over."

Is he asking me to hang out? Me, Dakota Hemmingfeild. I can't say yes. I have to get home. Wait this will never happen again to me. Without even deciding what i will say i nod. He smirks at me and drags me towards the exit. What am i doing walking with Mr. Perfect towards his house to 'hang out'. He is probably going to make me do homework for him and i'll gladly do it because he said so.

I looked up to see the moon hovering above us and the sky had a hint of stars across the area. It was so peaceful and i could just feel the cool breeze take me away. If it wasn't for Mr. Perfect guiding me through the obstacles that was in front of me i would of crashed into a pole already. I looked straight in front of me and saw that it was pretty tonight. The trees swayed in the wind while the rest of the street lit up with the street lights and the cars driving by.

I could see that he was walking me up to a cute little house that was a light blue color with gray tiles for the roof. I am breath taken when he walks me to the door. It looked so nice and cute, something i didn't think would be his home. I was waiting for him to take out his keys and unlock the door, but he didn't he just started at me. I turned around to check if he was looking at someone else and he just chuckled at the gesture. I couldn't help but smile at his adorable laugh/chuckle.

He ended up taking out his keys and open the door for me to walk in. I walked into the homey house and I just melted inside. The first picture i could see was of him carrying a little girl who was smiling and wearing a dora shirt with matching pants. I looked at Mr. Perfect while holding the picture in my hand. He snatched the picture and put it back. I was weirded out but left it alone.