As complicated as death can be, it is really very simple. One moment, out of the infinite amount a person can experience, is all it takes for it to be over. For most it is an accident, a terrible split second gone wrong, but for you, you had this planned. It rarely left your mind.

It was a plague inside your head, clawing and screaming at your insides. It was ripping you into pieces, battling it.. You couldn't fight it anymore. You lost hope a long time ago, but you hadn't built up the courage until now to do what you had always wanted to do.

And walking, tears streaming down your face, the bridge only feet away held your impending doom. It's what you want. It's how it's supposed to be. It's how your story is supposed to end. All the chapters and pages of pain and hurt and misery came to a close right here, right now. You don't know what kind of fucked up game or mind the author had, but you were served this life. You were wrapped up inside the silicon cover and trapped inside the binding. Your only escape being death.

But why you? Why did you get this? Why did you deserve it?! Why was your life written to be this way?! Did you deserve it?! Did you deserve everyone leaving?! Did you diserve your own personal hell?! Why you?!

Pain and hurt pumping through your bones reminded you of every bad thing that ever happened. Everything that made you miserable, that pushed you to this point. It all came back up with more tears and suddenly, the bridge that was only minutes away became too far away. You couldn't take another second of this worthless pain. So you ran.

The brisk air nipped at your face, wind flapping your jacket as you ran, cars zooming past you on the road, none of them thinking to stop.
You needed to be free.
And soon enough you were standing, toes hanging off the legde, looking at the ground below you. From the ground, you look to the sky, your tear-filled eyes begging to be dancing upon them. This was how it was supposed to be. This is what you needed it to be. There was no other option for you. This is it. This is the end of my story, goodbye. You think.

You close your eyes, opening your arms up embrace to the certain death that welcomed you. Breathing in your last breath, the cool night air filled your lungs.

"STOP!" A voice yells out into the night right before you take your last step, snapping you out of the trance you were in. You tried to ignore it, breath in and out, go back to the place you were, but it called out again. "Please! Stop! Don't do it!" The voice is louder, closer.
You crane your next to the side, seeing a man frantically run up, stopping a few steps away, in fear of pushing you over. "Please, don't do this, whatever it is, it can get better. You don't have to end it," He begs. He's begging for you to stay alive, begging you to live in your hell on earth.

"Just go away, leave me alone," you say through clenched teeth, turning back to the stars, begging them to make the man go away. You again tune out his begs, trying to focus on the sound of your breath escaping your mouth, swirling in the night air. Breathing in one more shaky breath, you go to take your last, final step.
You aren't sure what happened, but you have been swooped up into the air, no longer on the bridge anymore, but not falling. You had been tackled down, landing back on the sidewalk. "No!"

A strong pair of arms is dragging you away from your ending.

"Let me go!" You kick and scream, tears threatening to fall again.

"No! I won't let you do this," he fought against your thrashing body, desperate to be off that brige and out of his grip. "Let me go!" You scream again and again. This man's voice attempted to soothe you, but you wouldn't let it. You needed to be gone. Now was your only chance. It was you time.
You slowly are wriggling out of his grasp, knowing that as soon as you get away, you plan to sprint to the edge and just jump. No hesitation, no pause, no glances to the stars. You just will be done.

The man was in too bad of a position to hold onto your desperate body again, so it wasn't as hard to break free and scramble to your feet. You let your legs push you, eyes closing in anticipation, and a smile creeping on your face as your feet leave the ground, praying to meet your finish. But then the smile fades into a horrified look when those same pair of arms are tight around your waist, pulling you back down.
You were in shock as he pulled you back to the taxi that was at the curb.

It registered when you saw the bridge becoming further and further away from you. You screamed again, in agony this time. His grip was much more tight, unwilling to let go. "Let me go!" You screamed again. You were both on the ground, your back pinned against the cab, his hands on your shoulders to keep you locked there.

"Please, don't do this, you don't have to. Things can get better, you have to keep going, please," He said, his blue eyes chilling. Those eyes were so familiar. You knew them, but you just couldn't place it.

"No, you don't understand, I have nothing left to give. I have nothing left of me. I am done, this is what's supposed to happen. It's the end for me. You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you just don't know. Let me go. Just let me go. Please LET ME GO! I'm begging you!" You are at your feet, screaming and slapping his chest, attempting to get him to let go. Overwhelming tears are spilling down your cheeks, your chest heaves and pain takes over. "Let me go," your still screaming, you haven't stopped. "Please, just-just let, let me..." You finally break down, body collapsing as you do. He caught you and immediately pulled you to his chest. He gently moved to the ground, sitting against the cab as he pulls you into his lap. He has one arm around your shoulders and another around your waist, holding you in place. It seems like hours before your crying becomes less intense. Your breath is still heaving as your chest tightens. "Shh, hun, it's okay. It will be okay. Trust me, I'm here now, just tell me, we can do this, together," he cooes to you ever so softly. His large hands come up, cupping your face lightly, wiping away tears with his thumbs. You had the urge to open up everything that had been trapped inside, but his eye color reminds you of the way the sky looked from the bridge. The bridge that you were supposed to be fallen off of by now. "Just get away from me," you tried to push away, but he grabbed you.
"No," he said sternly, looking you in the eyes.

"W..Why?" You ask him. Why would he help you? Why would he care? No one else ever did. They all just leave.

"Because you don't need to feel like this is your answer. You don't need to feel like you need to end it. You deserve happiness. And I'm here to listen, to try and help. I will not leave. I will not push you back to that ledge," he talkes without removing his eyes from yours. His words bounce around in your head and have your lip quivering again. No one had ever said that to you. No one had ever wanted to listen.
Nodding, you settle back in his lap. He give you a reassuring smile and then you let it go. You let it all out. All the hell that was scratching at your mind.

It was relieving to let it all out, but it also was the one of the hardest things you've ever done. You brought all the old pain and hurt back up. You screamed, you sobbed, you couldn't breathe, your chest clenched, and you gripped onto his shirt so hard you were sure you could rip it. "So here I am, I give up," after you finished you were left aching for the bridge again, feeling drawn to it. It was calling your name, begging you to end it.

You wouldn't meet his eyes, knowing the horrified look that will be on his face. You wonder if now he understands that your story needs to end. Maybe now he'll let you go.

You were proven wrong when he pulled you back into him for a hug. "My words won't make your past go away, they can't make it all better, I get that. And I get that you've been to hell and back. That you've hit rock bottom. But that only means you can go up from here. And you deserve to go up. You deserve happiness, none of that shit that you got. And I'm sorry that this happened to you," he spoke so sternly and with so much sincerity that you froze. The words were swarming and warm in your ears. You could feel what he said in your heart. "You shouldn't have had to feel like this was your last restort. Because it's not. Let me help you, come with me. A fresh start. I'll never let anything bad happen to you again. I'll be here," his voice held saftey and had you frozen again. So frozen you didn't even realize you were letting him help you up until your heard the car door shutting you and him inside. You were still gripping onto him and he was still holding you. You were shaking.

"I never caught your name.." He whispered down to you. You hadn't realized then, because you were so focused on that bridge, how familiar he actually was. You knew this man. It was Norman Reedus. His shows and moves were always playing on your TV.

"Y-Y/N.." you mumbled. You felt exhausted.

"I'll never let anything hurt you again, Y/N," his voice was soft. "I'll be there to catch you everytime you fall."

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*(1 year later)*

"Y/N," a soft hand is placed on your back. "Babe, wake up," his husky voice fills your ears. You groaned, squeezing your pillow and flipping your head to the other side, still laying on your stomach. "Five more minutes," you grumled sleepily. Norman's chuckle warmed the air and he rubbed your back. "You said that already.. Five minutes ago," he smiled and you could hear the laugh in his voice. "Don't want to be late for your last session.." He tried and it somewhat worked. Today was your last day of intense therapy or 'rehab'. Norman had gotten you help only days after you met. He got you to move in with him, giving you a fresh start. He introduced you to his son, Mingus, who became like one of your own. He introduced you to his best friend, Sean, who became one of your best friends. You became a small family and they accepted you with open arms, always right there.

It was hard, in the beginning. Anything could set you off... You'd wake up in the middle of the night, everynight, for a month or so.. You couldn't eat, couldn't sleep. You were quiet and scared and still felt lifeless. But Norman was always right there. He was patient and loving, caring for you. He'd hold you and would tell you it will be okay, being the rational voice in your ear. He made you feel loved for the first time in your life.
Eventually, you started geting better. Norman went to every therapy session with you and with both him and that, you got better. You could hold down meals. You slept through nights, and for the first time in a while, your giggle filled the walls. And then you got much better. You'd run around with Norman, smile and laugh like it was second nature. You'd hang out with Mingus and Norman. He'd introduce you to some of his friends. You'd party with Flanery. And you'd start falling harder for Norman each day.
You felt happy.

You still had your rough days when you'd feel like your medicine wasn't working, or you'd have a bad dream, or a bad day. You'd want to give up and remember all the bad things that led you to that bridge. But Norman was right there, as always. You realized that killing yourself was never the answer. It was just a permenant solution to a temporary feeling. If you had jumped and succeeded that day, you would have never met Norman. You would have never found love and happiness and family...

Flipping over onto your back, you looked up at Norman who was smiling down at you, his blue eyes as bright as the day he saved you. "Thank you for always catching me, Norman."