After everything that happened, I was dreading home already. I was no longer in a stable state of mind and was pretty sure that any more push would crumble me down completely.

"Do I even have a choice?" I snickered as I continued on my tracks.

I entered through the door and could hear the static from the TV.
Mae had an obsession with staring at the TV static for hours and being lost in her thoughts.
Phaw had tried to make her quit it but a few harsh words had disheartened him in the end making him give up.

I silently passed through the hallway but unexpectedly enough was stopped by mae.

"Porsche" She called softly.

I entered the room.

"Yes mae?" My gaze was fixated upon the ground. We barely ever talked, hence I did not know how to react to it.

I heard her get up from her chair.

"There was a call from hospital today that you fainted on the road" She continued.

A faint light lit up in my heart that maybe the incident had woken up her dormant motherly feelings. However, the light was extinguished in an instant.

A sharp piercing pain sheered through my head as I felt a hot fluid gushing out.

I touched my head and found blood on my fingers.

Mae had hurled a vase at me that had hit my head making it bleed.
My ears had started ringing already and I was feeling as if I was just an inch away from collapsing.

"WHY CAN'T YOU LIVE SILENTLY?!! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO CAUSE SOME TROUBLE?!! YOU REALLY ENJOY MAKING US MISERABLE, DON'T YOU?! HOW CAN YOU BE SO SELFISH?! I WISH YOU WERE DEAD YOU WORTHLESS-" But I ran out of the house before she could complete the sentence.

My whole face was wet from the endless tears and the ring in my head was getting progressively worse.

The cold wind hit my open wound turning down the pain by a notch. But at the same time, it made me shiver terribly by hitting my wet skin.

Wierd how the same thing can be the source of relief and the reason for despair at the same time.

The railing of the bridge was ice cold as always and the roads were desolate. Barely a few vehicles ever passed through the deserted bridge because of how unsafe the construction of it was.

The waves were restless and kept hitting the piers from time to time.

I got up on the bridge and looked down at the glistening water that seemed to be welcoming me with open arms.

"It's going to be really peaceful. I won't have to suffer anymore. I can finally rest" I thought.

The thought of the water wrapping around me like a warm blanket was giving me immeasurable courage and hope that I would be in a better place once everything comes to an end.

"May I rest in peace" I closed my eyes as I turned my face up and whispered my 'last words'.

But barely had the jump taken my feet off the railing when I felt arms wrapping around my waist as they forcibly pulled me down followed by a whole torso cementing against my back as we both fell crashing onto the hard ground.

We both groaned and rolled on the ground for a bit before the person got back up on his feet.

"Are you f*cking crazy?" He screamed at me while my face was fixated on the ground.

"You could've died!" He continued.

"Why else would I get up on a bridge for?" I said as I finally looked up.

"If I didn't want to die?" I sat up and started dusting my hands while feeling grudgeful.

I heard him leaving and thanked god for not making me suffer lectures on how I should not give up so easily and everything but heard him coming back right after.
He sat down beside me and held my chin lifting my face up to look at him.

"What-?!" I stammered and tried to back away.

"You are injured! Let me treat it" He said bringing his hand close to my wound but I swat it away.

I expected him to give up and get away from me but the adamant kid squeezed my cheeks instead bringing my face closer to his to take a good look at my wound.

I pushed the cotton against my head and as soon as the antiseptic seeped into my skin, a terrible and discomforting pain sheered through my body making me jump and bury my face into my arms while shivering because of the devilish liquid.

"What kind of barbarian does that?!" My voice went through a number of pitches in just one sentence.

"Just how strong is this antiseptic? Did it get into his head?" I heard him whisper.

"Yoh! Do you remember who you are? Hello?" He said acting as if I had lost my memory from such a small thing.

"Ofcourse I do! You dumb meatloaf!" I glared at him.

"Then why are you talking like an 11th century prince?" He made faces while saying before sighing and getting back to the disinfecting job.

I no longer had any energy to fight back and so I gave up sat there like an obedient child while he did everything.

"There. All done" He slapped his thighs as he took a breath of relief while looking quite satisfied with his work.

"Now. Don't go around jumping here and there." He lectured me but I rolled my eyes at him not wanting to get life lessons from someone who looked nearly my age.

"Thanks. Bye now. I've gotta go" I bid him goodbye and was about to leave the place but standing up suddenly made me dizzy from how weak I had become.

"Hey! Hey! Are you okay? You should rest for a while here and eat something before going back" He said worriedly.

"No am fine. You can go back, don't worry about me." I insisted but couldn't win against his persistent self.

"Fine my a*s! I am last person you were seen with and I don't want you going back in this state and dying after falling into a ditch or something because if that happens the police would surely come to bit me in the a*s and trust me I'll make sure to become a ghost myself just so I can beat you up black and blue if you do make me go through all that shit. So better eat up and gain some energy before going back" He ranted on making me forget everything momentarily because of how loudly his voice was ringing in my head!

"Just shut up or I'll poison your cough syrup!" I threatened him and he became quiet in an instant.

"What a...different threat" He commented.

"Yeah so that everytime you take it coz of a sore throat, it just makes everything way worse than before while poisoning you slowly and making you unable to talk or eat all while putting you through an excruciating pain". I said.

"Woah! Slow down there satan! You've got quite the nerve for someone who couldn't even stand up just a second ago." He commented earning a glare from me.

We sat by the bridge as I ate the sandwich he had while gazing at the stars which looked really bright for some reason.

The cold wind didn't feel as freezing anymore and the wounds no longer felt painful. Maybe it was the momentary care that I had received or the solace of having someone near, things no longer seemed as terrible as they did just an hour ago.

After not being able to hold it in anymore, I finally asked him the question that I had been curious about for quite a while.

"Won't you lecture me on 'how I shouldn't try to end my life over such small things' or 'I shouldn't act so weak'?" I said and he started at me with a blank expression for a while before diverting his gaze towards the night sky.

"...I don't know anything about you. It won't be fair for me to say that. I have no idea what you must have been going through, how you are doing mentally and physically, what compelled you to take such a step. But you don't look like a weak person and am pretty sure you tried to hold it in until you no longer could. Everything must be going really tough for you to yearn to find peace in death." His words were different from the thousands of life advices that I had received from countless people.

"Death is never an easy option, to want to end it all while knowing you won't be able to see a new sunrise sounds terrifying and requires a lot of courage. It won't be fair to call you weak or ask you to keep living on. However, I can't not do anything. I can't just watch you end your life. So, even if you hate me for my words, take my advice and keep living. Make the ones who made you like this regret everything. Don't hurt yourself, instead dream of hurting the ones who deserve it. Live to hunt." I thought he was joking but his eyes and straight face were screaming that none of it was an unserious statement.

"Now then. Don't try jumping in again, I don't want my efforts to be wasted so easily" He said while tapping my now dressed wound.

"But who's going to stop me?" I said wanting to hear his answer.

"I will. This is the watch that my mother gave me on my birthday and since mae's no longer around, it's really precious to me. I am lending this to you and you have to live on, find me and return this to me someday in the future face-to-face. If you don't do it, I will even go to the underworld to bring it back if I have to. And trust me, I'll make sure to kill you twice if that happens." He threatened me and ran back to his bike after slipping the watch onto my wrist.

"Wait! Take it bac-" I tried to stop him but he was insistent on taking it back someday in the future.

"What if we don't find each other?" I asked.

"Don't worry! We will! Even if you won't, I will! And if I don't, just remember my name and come find me!" He screamed back.

"Then tell me your name atleast!" I asked hurriedly trying to bring out as much information as I could.

"Kinn Anakin Teerapanyakul!" He said before taking off on his bike and disappearing into the night. 

I stared in the direction for a while trying to soak in everything that had happened.

"What a bothersome child!" I gave an airy laugh as my hand ran through my messy hair.

"Kinn" I pronounced as my eyes were fixated on the watch taking in all the intricate details done on it.
I was finding it hard to believe that someone to give away something so precious so easily but the item placed on my wrist was forcing me to believe it.

"Let's meet soon" I whispered looking at the watch as a small smile spread on my lips for reasons unknown...

(Writer's note: Hey everyone<3
Are you all liking this story so far? Well...I need a little opinion of yours. So, am not sure if the theme of this story is going to fit Kinnporsche or not coz initially I was sure that it was going to, but now that I think, it feels like it would fit VegasPete more, so what do you think should I continue the story with Kinn and Porsche as my main characters or should I turn this into a VegasPete fanfic instead?)