Sitting on the ledge. I'm looking down and I see my friends yelling. Then I actually hear what it is. They're chanting "JUMP!" To think I was actually friends with them. Now I know that every one wants me dead. Even my own family. So many people have gathered around the building. Some people yelling jump, some just looking not making a sound. Others asking why I wanted to jump. I can only run from my problems. If I go to may mum or dad and tell them they wouldn't care, say it's my fault, then I'd get beaten. It's been like this since I was 10, a few days after my little sister; AnnaBeth Grace died three weeks after she was born. They were so upset because of her death. Dad turned to alcohol, then soon after mum did too. That's when they started abusing me. Six years later and I'm just about ready to jump, fall, then hopefully die. More people started to chant "JUMP!" Wow, people who don't even know want me dead. What's wrong with the world?
I stood up and inched closer to the edge. Wow, it's farther than I thought it would be. I still inched a little closer. I heard people gasp and start saying "She's actually going to do it." Just as I left the ledge some one grabbed my waist and pulled me back in. I started freaking out. What if it's mim or dad? They would kill me!
"LET GO OF ME!" I yelled as more tears streamed down my face.
"Shh, shh, don't cry. Your alright now." A British voice said. A Wolverhampton accent if I'm correct.
"No I'm not! My parents are going to kill me!" screeched trying to get out of the guy's hug.
~Liam~
The boys and I are in Forfarshire today, well just for today. Then we are going back to our families. A pretty big crowd was gathered around a building. I quickly headed there and did see any thing that would draw a crowd. I looked where someone pointed and saw a girl sitting on a window sill looking ready to jump.
"I hope she does jump!" I heard one girl say. How could she say that?
I ran inside the building and up to the fifth floor to were the girl is. Just as her one foot left the ledge I grabbed her, pulling her back inside. I can't let her die. How come no one tried to stop her? There has to be people that care about her.
"LET GO OF ME!" The girl yelled trying to get back to the window.
I tried to calm her her down but it didn't work. She's screaming and crying. She kicked me multiple times and at one point she bit my arm.
"You're alright, don't cry." I said in an attempt to calm her down.
"No I'm not! My parents are going to kill me!" She chocked out.
Her parents wouldn't kill her. Would they? She must be over exzadrating. Yeah, that's it. She soon calmed down and her breathing went back to normal. I picked her up bridle style then carried here back to the tour bus. I noticed the boys are already back, I put a finger to my lips to be quiet. I walked to the back where the beds are and placed her in mine. I walked out the sitting area and they did not look happy with me.
"So your allowed to bring random girls on the bus but we're not?" Harry stated.
"Lads-" I was cut off by Louis.
"No buts Liam."
"LADS!" I said louder. They flinched a little. "There was a reason I brought her here, she tried to kill herself. There was no way I was leaving her alone."
Their faces had a shocked expression. Zayn opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. They were all speechless. That barley ever happens with us. We're always talking or yelling. We're barley quiet. Louis got up and put in a movie. I rolled my eyes at him. He hit play and the movie started.
~Emily~
I woke up and I wasn't in the hospital or anywhere in my house. Maybe I did die. I couldn't have, that guy pulled back. I got of the the bed and walked out of the room, that's when I noticed that I was in a bus or something. I walked into a sitting area and there sat five lads.
"Hi, I'm Liam, that's Louis, Harry, Niall and Zayn." He said while pointing to each of them.
"I'm Emily." I answered shyly. Liam. He was the one who 'saved' me. He really didn't, I wanted to die.
"Why did you try to jump?" Zayn asked. I froze up. I don't want to tell them. I just met them for crying out loud!
"Do I have to answer that?" I asked, they all nodded.
"My parents have beaten me since I was 10 because my younger sister died and I'm going to die soon anyway." I mumbled the last part.
I am going to die soon anyway. My parents absolutely refused to get me the treatment I need. Well they just told the doctor they didn't have the money. That's bull shit. They had more than enough. They just didn't want to waste their money on me. They wanted me dead anyway.
I looked up and saw them staring at me. They said they didn't believe me. I showed them all the scars and burn marks my parents gave me. I looked back up at them and tears threatened to fall from their eyes.
"I'm fine now." I said, showing a small smile.
They all pulled me in to a hug. I haven't had some one hug me in years. I hugged them back. For the first time in years I actually felt safe. 10 minutes past, then we stopped hugging.
"Liam, who is she?" A man asked.
"This is Emily. She's Ruth's and Nicola's friend. They asked me to pick her up for them." Liam answered. It didn't sound like a lie at all.
"Oh, okay. Nice to meet you Emily, I'm Paul." He said and stuck his hand out. I shook it.
"Nice to meet you too." I answered.
"Anyways we're at the airport now." We all nodded then got off the bus. The boys grabbed some suitcases then walked off the bus. I followed close behind so I wouldn't get lost.
We got on to a private plane then started to fly to where ever we're going.