My Saviour

Ivy POV It has been almost a month since my father’s death and I’ve been depressed ever since. All my friends seem to have given up on me and my mother thinks I had something to do with my father’s death. I have been outcasted by my family and have been living a life of solitude. Then it hit me that my last semester of college starts tomorrow and I have to face all my fears of being the pitied upon girl in school. Suddenly I find myself on the ledge of the bridge where an unfortunate wreck took my father’s life leaving me alone in this cruel world. I don’t know how I got here and I don’t know what my intentions are. I just needed something to feel real and I wanted to feel alive. I was brought back to reality by his voice, standing on the side of the road was Nate, I saw that dreadful look in his eyes. “Ivy Rose? What are you doing here?” he asked. “Please just leave, I’m fine and I want to be alone” I said, dreading the thought of someone else pitying me again. He looked at me for a while and all of a sudden climbed on the ledge with me and started acting recklessly. In my mind I started screaming, and I guess by his reaction I was actually screaming out loud as well. “Please stop, STOP!!” I couldn’t watch him balancing on one leg on the ledge of a bridge. He suddenly stopped and looked at me. He stretched his hand out to me and asked “Do you wanna get out of here”. After a moment of hesitating, I took his hand. We started to drive towards a bar just to have a drink, so I could feel alive again. When we reached the bar it was almost full, we found ourselves in a small corner and he looked at me. “How do you know me?” I asked, a bit puzzled because he knew my name. I couldn’t recognize him. “Well to be truthful, we were in the same bio class in high school. I was sitting 4 rows behind you. And I may or may not have had a huge crush on you.” He said smiling. His smile made me happy, and it made me feel alive. I don’t know why but I wanted him, there was a strange ache that I wanted gone. I have never felt this way about anyone before. We started drinking one beer after the other until he asked the question I dreaded to answer. “So, not that it was not nice to see you. But what were you doing on that ledge? I know it’s none of my business, but if you need someone to talk to I would always be here.” That filled my heart, but at the same time I did not know what to tell him. Well in my head I was trying to piece exactly why I was there at the bridge, I was confused as well. “You want another drink?” I said, hoping he would change the conversation. After a couple more, I felt the tipsiness creeping on me and I wanted to just dance the night away. But in no way was I dressed for a club. “You wanna go and dance? I have my car, we can park it somewhere, put some music on and just dance the night away?” I know it’s weird to want to dance on a night. I started by feeling depressed, well what can I say sometimes it helps. The night ended with us exchanging numbers and driving home and for the first time in a month I finally fell asleep happy and my heart was dancing around. My only wish is that he likes me the way I like him.