A new beginning. Don't tell me about new beginnings! Both my parents screw up their lives just to make it difficult to even see them both. I wonder who i'm going to spend my christmas with! Or even the anniversary of my death. You tell me Mom. Or you tell me Dad. Would you care if i jumped off this cliff right now? or would you be too tangled up in your own problems? Why does it have to be my brother... or even my friends from school who cheer me up? I mean for crying out loud! You two argue over how i style my hair! Maybe i will just jump. Maybe. I took a step forward. Just able to see the waters lapping against the shore. New York City just in view. I closed my eyes and just... jumped. It was fast. Cold... but fast. But it all went wrong. How was i still able to see where i was going? See all the scared little schools of fish escaping? This wasn't right. I should be dead. D-E-A-D. I felt an arm here and an arm there. Or at least i was sure it was an arm. Next thing i knew, air filled my lungs like parents rushing into Toys-R-Us on Black Friday. I coughed out some water and tried to glare at my rescuer. "WHY'D YOU DO THAT?!" i snapped, sitting up on the sandy shore. My vision was returning to me. The figure laughed. "I could ask you the same question." it was a male voice for sure. "Planning on thanking me?" he asked. I could see him clearly now. Just a few years older than I. I managed to stand up. "no... i don't. Now go away." i snapped in annoyance. I heard him stand up behind me. "That's not the proper way of thanking me." he sighed, very persistent. "Thankyou." i said hastily and darted away. Running, the second most exhilerating thing on my list. I saw his figure get smaller and smaller. He was obviously standing perfectly still. But why? If he was so persistent... why didnt he run after me? "This is why." I smacked right into something. Or someone.