Lucas:
I don’t know why I helped him, I could have easily watched him fall down the bridge but something in me acted without further thinking. I was behind him when that student yanked him down, I heard his scream, my legs moved and next thing, I lunged, my hand shot out and caught his wrist just as his feet left the bridge.
He dangles there, gasping breathlessly, his weight pulling against my grip. I can let go right now, but I don’t.
“Don’t let go.” I seethe, wrapping my hands around his wrists tightly, he whimpers, staring at me with hopeful eyes. “Whatever you do, don’t look down and don’t let go.” The furious wind messes with my hair as I try to pull him up.
“Move it, dude! Don’t waste your time trying to help a mutt, he fell, he deserves to die!” Someone snickers behind me and I
