It was Friday night and I wonder what the heck was I doing on the roof while I should be at some party, drinking my life away.
But neither did I feel like partying nor did I want to drink.
I was seated at the ledge of the roof today, my legs swinging in random patterns as I try to block out my parent's shouts gnawing at my mind, taking one piece of sanity one at a time.
Maybe you shouldn't have been born.
My mother's words had sent me stumbling back. I don't know why was I even shocked any more, they had made it pretty clear that I was just a mistake plenty of times but hearing her actually say that out loud was the last thread.
A drop falls on my hand and I look up to the sky but there was no hint of rain, I realize that it was me who was crying. I let it be and for a while I just sit there, silent tears falling down my cheeks, a thought nagging me as I stare at the city before me.
" Teagan! Are you crazy ? Get back from the edge! "
A voice exclaims, and I smile to myself and turn around to spot Dante standing on his side of roof, his looks conveying exactly what he said: is she crazy ?
Shaking my head, I turn back and continue dangling my bare feet, the cold breeze hitting them sending shivers up my spine.
I hear him sigh, and footsteps which makes me wonder if he left but then there is a thud behind me, and much to my surprise I see him slowly inching towards me.
" So now you have decided to show your face? "
I ask him teasingly, but there was no humor in my voice -
" You have already seen me, no point in hiding now. "
" Can you get back please ? I am extremely worried right now. "
I won't doubt, I could practically sense the worry rolling off him.
" Don't . The only way you will fall is if you are thinking about jumping or someone pushes you, which I already told you I won't. "
I hear him sigh again, and he hesitantly admits -
" I am worried about you. "
I stay there for a minute and then slowly stand up, wobbling a bit which makes Dante shout out my name in worry, and I smile, there was nothing to worry - I wasn't planning on dying today anyways.
Once I have stepped off the edge, he pushes me back and I feel bad when I see the panic in his blue-green eyes.
" You are crazy. "
It wasn't even a question.
He let's go of my hand, but I keep staring at him, remembering all the times I had passed him in the halls or seen him sit quietly, keeping to himself during lunch.
Dante Levi Hewetson, the resident good boy of Esmeralda High.
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We sit on the wall that separated the roofs of the two buildings, and I find myself getting comfortable in the silence.
" You are a senior ? " I ask because he wasn't in my classes, so he had to be either ahead or behind.
I see him bobbing his head up and down from the corner of my eyes and smile.
" Is everything okay ? " He asks, and if it wasn't for my high listening skills it would have been lost in the wind.
" Why are you whispering ? " I ask in a hushed tone, making him smile.
" As for your question, yes everything is okay. "
I could see he didn't believe me, heck even I didn't believe me but I choose to ignore every warning sign going off in my brain.
His phone starts ringing, and I hear him saying that he will be right there and leaves with a quick goodbye, an urgency to his step.
I wander off to the edge again, and slowly start climbing down the fire escape,
