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Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

Although she had felt her fist connect with him, that didn't make her feel any better, or safer. After everything that had happened to her, she doubted there was anything out there that could make her feel safe again. When she gave up fighting, she was aware that he had her pinned down. With how he was on top of her and straddling her, Bri was strongly reminded of how her boyfriend had held her down and raped her. That was part of the reason she resorted to just staying completely still until he got up. If she didn't fight against him, it would be better. He wouldn't have to hurt her as much if she didn't make him. That's what he had told her at least. But this guy wasn't him. He wasn't going to rape her. His words and voice we both reassuring. Thankfully he didn't stay atop her for long. Still on the ground, Bri watching him get off of her and back away, holding his hands up almost in an 'I surrender' fashion, which was kind of funny to her, since she had been the one hitting him to begin with. It was then that she finally noticed that he hadn't once hit her back after the initial ramming to knock down. It was nice that he told her what he was doing, so she wasn't caught by surprise or anything. This man was reassuring. Too bad that didn't change everything else that had happened. Yes, there were good people out there, but none of them cared about her, so she was still convinced that this was for the best. Bri took in his appearance and his question. At first, she didn't answer. Slowly, she got up, wincing a little since her entire body hurt, especially after being tackled by a guy who was bigger than her. I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Bri said, just loud enough for him to hear her over the rain. Her eyes were pointed to the cliff beside them, and she was ready for the running start she could now get since he had knocked her back from the very edge, as soon as he walked away. It would only take a second to jump, and not too long after that for her to hit the ground, and instant death after that. He wouldn't care any more than just calling the police to tell them, and then he would go on with his life like normal. Just fine. She whispered, never looking away from the edge. I'm sorry for hitting you. It was her last act of kindness before she left. You can leave now.
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

Bri had spoken to him, her voice drowned by the sounds of rain colliding with the ground about them with a heavy pattering. All about them the rain fell, a halo of suspended rain hanging about the singular lamp post that had illuminated them from above. As a result, the light hung heavy on the raised areas of his face, his eyes ablaze with a golden amber. He brought one hand to the side of his mouth, touching at the corner gently with the back of his hand before pulling it away, the blood drops rolling off as it meshed with the rain. Shit, he thought to himself, his body bruised, battered and hurting. He gathered the saliva in his mouth, the metallic tang of blood on his tongue, before he spat against the loose gravel of the cliff side. It was bloody, the bubbling mixture of saliva and blood staining a smooth stone slightly red, before once more fading to the cool grays below. He could feel the pain of his jaw, where teeth had collided against teeth, a front canine feeling chipped. he ran his tongue over it once more, before looking at her the face of Bri. She was at least three arms length away, her eyes never drifting from the cliff he had tackled her away from. Damnit, he thought to himself. He had been right, and it was no mere mistake he made here. The wind blew against him, the sounds of the trees rustling once more causing shivers to run up and down his spine, from the cooling of his core temperature, as well as the realization of the situation he had found himself in. His clothes hung about him, matted down by the weather, clinging to him in ways uncomfortable. Don't you dare think of it. he shouted to her. He slowly drew closer, trying to shorten the distance between himself and the girl. She was intent on committing suicide the moment he turned, and he could feel it in every fiber of his being. She did not have the look of someone that feared being on the edge. She did not look like someone who had a lot to live for. No, quite the opposite. She looked like she was ready to end it all. Don't you dare think of it he shouted again, an arms length away by this point, his feet gently dragging along on the loose gravel, rain gathering in the troughs his shoes had dug, turning the loose dirt into mud. You do not get to hit me and then end it all. You do not get to go and end it all with that pitiful apology. Now get away from the edge... he held out a hand, waiting for her to take it.
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

Pain was slowly turning to anger. As she laid there, Bri felt every rain drop hitting her body, most of them pounding on different bruises. Her knuckles, the one part of her body that normally didn't hurt, were throbbing from where they had collided with his face. Everything else hurt both inside and out from a combination of abuse, rape, running, and the wind that was trying to tug her light body this way and that. Why couldn't he just leave her to end it all in peace? He just told her not to think about it. Ha. There was no way for the guy before her to know what she was thinking, or why she was thinking it. She knew that several people committed suicide here, and most of them had dealt with significantly less than she had, and she was tired of it. However, it looked like he wasn't going to leave any time soon. Damn him. Sighing, Brielle put her hands in the mud and used them to push herself up. The mud stung the cuts on her body, but it's not like she wasn't used to pain. Anger over took her body though as she looked at his offered hang. Who the hell are you to tell me what to think? To feel? To want? You know nothing about me, and you have the nerve to stand there and tell me what I can't do? Oh, she was getting mad. To have been so close to what she had wanted for so long, and to have this stranger tell her that she couldn't have it because she had hit him and not apologized correctly? Wrapping her arms around her midsection to avoid giving him the chance to grab one of her hands, and to slightly hold herself up because she was in pain and feeling sick, Bri took a step away from him and toward the edge. You don't want me to do this so you can press charges because I hit you? Guess what, I'll win. You tackled me first. You can't tell me what to do. She would never take his hand, or anything else of his because she just wanted to get away from him and over this delightful edge.
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

Are you that desperate that you would ignore all offers of help? he shouted to her, his voice becoming hoarse. His hand was still held out despite the fact she had refused to take it, despite the fact she had stepped further away, to the very edge of the cliff. Any more, and she would surely fall to her death, much as she had planned, or so he thought. He grit his teeth, the pain sharpening his senses to the weather. His clothes were soaked through, the rain coming down in distinct torrents, the wind blowing against wet material chilling him to the core. To you, I am simply nothing. Another meaningless encounter in another meaningless place. I understand that right now you do not want to talk, or to be reasoned with. To me, I am going to base this moment on the person I am stuck with on this cliff. That's what life is, it's a series of encounters and the people we are stuck with. Do you want this encounter to end with your... He stopped, wincing at the pain that his body was feeling. The girl was a fighter. How could she fight so hard for life when he tried to stop her before, but then want to throw it away now. You can't die with dignity, only live with it. No matter how much it hurts now, if you throw it away you throw everything away. You kill everything you were, everything you are, and everything you will be. You will kill everything you could be, and those that could come from you. Every encounter your future selves have, they will all disappear. He had no idea what he was saying, grasping at any thought that came to mind that was semi coherent, trying to reason with the girl before him. He continued to hold out his hand.
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

Some of the words the guy said hit her hard. Others just made her more angry. This guy knew nothing about her, so it amazed her how he could say such things. He didn't know her name, where she came from, or what she had been through to make any type of statement about her, and here he was doing just that. How could he have the right to say it wouldn't be better if she ended it. No one would miss her, and she wouldn't miss this life anymore. He was right on one thing though he was nothing to her. She was tired of guys and them telling her what she should do and how she should feel. But would she have been any different if a girl stood before her trying to save her? Probably not. I don't care about dignity. I only care about dying. You know nothing about my life to have any claim about it. What if I want to throw everything away? What then? You'll walk away and let me go in peace like I had wanted. Not that she thought she deserved to go in peace. She wasn't sure what she had done wrong to deserve all of the abuse, but surely she had done something right to deserve a peaceful death the way she wanted it. Why should I care about anyone when no one cares about me? No one helped me or kept me from getting hurt, so why must I care? It was true. He wanted her to think about all of these people she would meet, when no one she had met before had helped her. Brielle didn't want to help anyone in this cruel world. Brielle didn't want to be in this cruel world anymore. Yet here she was, stalling her death. She knew that all she would have to do is take the smallest of steps back she could feel the edge of the cliff at her heels. The guy was too far away to be able to stop her if she did. It would be too late, and she would die like she wanted to. But here she was, talking to him, talking to someone who was trying to save her. But why was he here? And why did he care? Why did she care whether he did or not? Could it be that she had finally found someone nice in her life. Shaking her head, Bri turned slightly to glance over at the emptiness before her. Why do you care? She asked. Was he really talking her away from the edge?
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

Because you care he simply stated. The silence hung between them, his words having long since left his mouth. He slowly moved towards her, moving gently as to not startle her any more than she already was, her footing on the edge enough as it is. Why else would you have attacked me. Some part of you, deep down inside, that you are ignoring or trying locking away, that part of you doesn't want to die. Suicide is not the answer, it will never be the answer. So take my hand, and let's get out of here. Ok?
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

When this stranger answered why he cared, Bri was taken aback. He couldn't know whether or not she cared. What about a suicidal girl gave the impression that she cared? Then he moved towards her and explained why he claimed that she cared. I attacked you because you attacked me. Because I thought you were someone else. Because you ruined my peaceful ending. Brielle shot back to him. She didn't fight him because she wanted to live she fought him because she hadn't wanted to be murdered like that. You know nothing about me. She said, tears in her eyes. However, the urge to fight was leaving her. Anger was being beaten down by defeat. It was apparent that she wasn't getting her sweet suicide tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. The girl finally took his offered hand, allowing him to help her just this time.
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

The man held her hand tightly, the warmth of his hand in stark contrast to the cool skin of hers. I don't know anything about you. Just like you don't know anything about me. Funny how we are so sure that the other is wrong. He walked slowly backwards, his hands still in hers, as he led her back towards the safety of the fence-enclosed area, still back peddling as he kept his attention on her. That wasn't so hard, was it? he said, before finally letting go of her hand. At this point, he had been through an emotional roller coast, from tired, to melancholic, to abject terror, to gut wrenching sadness, all in the span of a few hours, culminating with this singular event that left his heart pounding hard. He could hear the beat of his heart in his ears, the adrenaline running full force in his body, only now was he finally coming off of it. With it, the pain redouble, the bruised jaw, the scraped knees and elbows. He was hurting, but no price was too small to pay to save the life of another. It's fine now, you are going to be just fine he said, before leaning in to hug her. As if the act itself would alleviate all the problems in the world. Both his hands were around her awkwardly, his head placed over he shoulder as he tried to comfort her. It's going to be fine
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

Feeling the reassuring grip of her hand in his, Brielle squeezed his hand, following him to the fenced in area. She was aware that his eyes weren't leaving her, probably afraid she would ditching him and take off running to toss herself over the edge like she should have done so long ago. But he was right, she knew nothing about him either. Nothing except that he had just saved her life, whether she wanted to be saved or not. At first, the girl wanted to mock him for his comment about whether or not that was so hard. He didn't know that. It was the hardest thing she had done in her life, not giving into the black abyss like she so desperately wanted to do. Then he was hugging her. When his arms wrapped around her, Bri froze. The last guy to have arms around her was raping her. This wasn't her boyfriend though, and he was helping her instead of hurting her. As he attempted to comfort her, she just stood there awkwardly, her arms to her side, listening to him tell her it would all be fine. He didn't know that though, and she told him that. You don't know it's all going to be fine. She sighed, though her defeated side was taking over and she was just sore and tired all over, and feeling guilty that he seemed to be in pain as well. I'll be fine, you can go on with your life. Bri said, though doubted that he would leave her now, like she had wanted him to earlier.
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

If I don't know it is going to be fine, how are you so certain that it won't be? He held the girl tightly against him still, understanding that her mind wasn't in the best of states, for being on the edge did that to people. He had no experience with situation, but he could just feel that it was wrong, that there were options for her. Patting her a few more times on the back, he let go, pulling away from her. He leaned against the edge of the fence, a few paces away from her, but still within reach if she had tried any sudden movement yet again. If I go on with my life, will you go on with yours. With life that is? He instinctively pulled a box of cigarettes out of the pocket of his pants. Before shaking it, annoyed, that the whole pack had been compromised by their scuffle and the rain. Crushing the pack in one hand in frustration, he put it back into his pocket, awaiting her answer.
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

At his answer, she knew he had a point. She couldn't sit there and tell him nothing would be okay when she didn't know for sure, then get upset when he told her it would be okay. But it was so hard to see the light at the end of this cave when people kept kicking her farther into it. The girl couldn't get out when she felt chained down. He wanted her to go on with her life. There's not much of a life to go on with. She admitted. Now that the fight was over, her entire body felt drained. At that moment, she felt as if she could sleep for a week, especially since he wouldn't let her sleep forever. Everything that had happened that day had zapped her energy and strength, and now she was left with nothing to go on. Watching him crush his box of cigarettes, Bri realized how much he had risked to save her. He risked his own life being so close to the edge just to pull her back from it, and he had risked his handsome face and cigarettes in this rain. I have no where else to go to be safe. The girl admitted, wrapping her arms around her body again. Her entire body was still aching, and the wet clothes were seeming to pull her down to the ground, adding weight to a body that barely felt like holding itself up. Death had been her escape, and now she had no where to turn since it had been pulled away.
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

The man's hand was still in his pocket, the balled up cardboard of the cigarette box clenched tightly in between his fingers, the liquefied interior of the box dripping between clasped fingers. ... Fuck he muttered to himself, realizing the stupidity of his own actions. Of all his actions. He had forcibly brought the girl to the ground, risking her life, and his own. He had pinned her down as she struggled, receiving hit after hit to the body, the chipped tooth still hurting as he grit his teeth against one another, annoyed at having potentially ruined his jacket on top of his torn clothes. He pulled the box from his hand, confirming the worst of it, the stained dark-brown water running from the box as he held it to one side. Well so much for this dirty habit anyway he stated, before tossing it off the edge of the cliff she had been near only moments before. He wiped the palm of his right hand against his thigh, a streak of the brown residue left behind on torn jeans, the skin on his knees cut and bloodied, small trickles of red mixing in with the water that had flowed down his body. You look hardly over the age of twenty, and you are saying you don't have much of a life to return to? he spat to the side, annoyed at the attitude she had held. He was annoyed, his temper flaring, veins on his forehead bulging out from under his dark hair. You have the rest of your life, at least another good eighty years of life if you are lucky. That's a lifetime. That will have been five times what you have now. He leaned back against the wooden crossbeam that had formed the bracing of the fence behind him, placing a hand on either side. Come here... he motioned to her, tapping at the flat top of the fence to entice her to sit down next to him. Come on, don't be shy... he said once more. You have the rest of your life to live. You are unfortunate to have been driven to what you wanted to do. But. This is it. You have hit the bottom of life. The furthest low you could possibly hit. There is nothing but up from here.
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

Brielle sighed. She watched him as he threw the carton of soaked, mashed up cigarettes away, looked at his hand, then wiped it on his jeans. Then she looked up up and down. Seeing his cut and bruised face made her feel bad, but what she had done had only been a normal reaction to being tackled to the ground. Trailing her eyes down his body, he looked mostly fine until she saw the torn knees to his jeans, and the cuts on his knees. Probably also from tackling her. That had been his fault. She had never asked to be saved. Next to him, Bri looked a lot better. Or at least from what could be seen at that moment. Underneath the sweatshirt and jeans were many more cuts and bruises. Her back ached from where the force of two bodies had pushed it into the ground, and her insides hurt from everything else that had happened that day. Everything just hurt, and the pain wouldn't go away. When he doubted that she had so much life ahead of her, she just rolled her eyes. He really didn't know anything. If he would just look at her, he would see the slight black and blue under one of her eyes, or the bruises at the top edge of where her sweatshirt was before it could cover the rest of them. Of course, everything else was hidden to him. At him offering her to sit, she decided she didn't see the harm in it. The rain was slowly letting up, leaving just the cold behind, which felt extremely bitter when the wind hit the wet clothing. I thought I couldn't get any lower before he forced me to have sex with him. She finally said. She would give anything to trade places with this stranger for a day, then see what words of wisdom he would give to someone in her situation. Look, it's cold and wet, and you won't let me go over the edge, so why are we staying out here just to get sick? No, she didn't intend on going anywhere with him, but that didn't mean she wanted to stay here and chat with the guy who ruined her peaceful ending.
Thread: On the Edge (Thaedael&PoetDreamer)

Her words. They had cut through the storm in an instant, clear through the sound of rain tumbling about them, clear through the heart that continued to beat heavily in his ear from the shot of adrenaline that flooded his blood stream. She had revealed she had been raped. He continued to sit next to her, sitting still, unsure of what to say. For what could he have said? I am sorry you were raped? I am sorry you were pushed to the option of suicide? I am sorry I stopped you from committing suicide and thus having to reconcile with everything that happened? There were no words, to convey what he felt towards her. Just as his mere presence had meant nothing to the girl all this time, his words would hold even less sway, even less weight, especially now that she opened him to the dark world that was her life. There was nothing he could do. There was nothing he could want to do. About them the pine trees moved more, the wind coming in full force now, causing a shiver to run up and down his spine, his body damp and beaten, bloodied and tired. What could he do? If he left her here, she would probably try again the minute he left. Would he do the same in her position? Probably not, but he was in a right state of mind, if there was such a thing for him. She obviously didn't want to go home, probably couldn't go home. What about his place? No. She already had trust issues, and if a man raped her, she would be wary of him. The best he could think of was to at least get her in the car, to get the heat started, and to mull over where he could take her. Yet..., again, how could she ever trust a man again? Why would she want to trust a man again, especially one that had caused her bodily harm in forcing her to the ground against her will but a moment before. We are staying here, because you said you had nowhere else to go. I am thinking about where to take you, but that isn't going to happen, now is it? I could call the hospital, they could take you in for the night. The other option is the police, if the man that did this to you is still around, we can get him arrested and press charges. It was weak, but it was the only topic at hand. It's not like he could suddenly switch the conversation to something more light hearted, or to something other than what had brought them together under such circumstance in the first place. The only other option is if you want to sit in my car for a bit, at least to dry off a bit and warm up. He offered to her, doubting she would take the kind gesture.