Worlds At Odds

Chapter I: The Beginning

On a cold September morning, I saw a boy kill himself. He walked towards the side of a busy bridge and jumped off. All I can remember is him looking back at me and smiling a smile of pure relief. His short brown hair twisting and curling, in the soft morning breeze. His dark blue eyes, dead and empty. They say the eyes are a window to the soul, and for a split second, I looked into his; I saw nothing but heartbreak and sorrow.

I almost felt happy for him. Getting away from this Hell of an Earth would be a dream come true, and he saw that just like I did. That's all I had thought about on the long, repetitive walk to the dreaded school. I pondered the reasons he came to the conclusion of killing himself. He looked about my age, maybe a little younger. Maybe he had a miserable home life, maybe the loss of a loved one, or he just wanted to get away.

I walked through the crowds of people, looking down at my feet while making my way up the cement stairs and into the oasis of a school. I roll up my baggy sweatshirt sleeve to look at the time, 7:53 AM. Class starts in two minutes. I Thought, rushing through the narrow hall. I shouldn't have spent so much time at that bridge. Although, I do feel it's a basic right. I couldn't just watch someone kill themselves and go on with my day. Even if I thought they were lucky. I thought, swiftly gliding into my first period class.

Everyone was already in the room, whispering to there close friends, snickering and making fun of the emo kids, and getting their materials out. As I quickly walked to my seat, I peered across the class and saw a familiar face sitting in the desk next to mine. My heart skipped a beat as I had came to realize, it was the kid that jumped off the bridge.