*Authors Note*

I suggest, I'd you haven't already, to read the description because it'll make everything a little more clear. Thanks for reading :)

Indeed, this is a One Direction Fanfiction. A Niall fanfiction to be exact :)

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I stood tall as the wind blew through my wavy dark brown hair, leaving refreshing tingles all over my face, as if I had just splashed cold water into my pores.

I sighed sadly, this was going to be my last time feeling anything. Might as well enjoy it now.

The wind was comforting, like when you're sobbing, and you have someone there with you, rubbing your back and whispering in your ear that everything will be alright.

Even though you know it won't be...

It's 12 AM, dark, lonely, and I'm standing on the edge of the San Francisco bridge.

Ready to jump.

Don't ask questions or tell me not to jump. Don't even try screaming to me to stop or threaten to jump with me, because no matter what you say or do, it just won't change my mind.

Either way, I'll die.

I am ready to die.

I took a deep breath. I am going to do it. This is my night. The night that will end everything.

The pain.

The silent suffering.

My dreams.

Did I mention that I'm only 19... Oh, so many dreams that I'll never live.

Oh, but I'm so so so ready to do this.

So ready, it hurts.

I felt the tears trickle down my tanned cheeks.

I had been dreaming of jumping off of this bridge every since I was forced to move here with Fredrick, my abusive boyfriend, one year ago.

I had just started dating him four years before today, and I thought he was perfect.

He had just moved to my home city Montreal, from San Fransisco.

He brought me roses everyday and they always had a note saying how much he loved me. He always would pick me up from my house, since I still lived with my parents, me being 15 at the time.

I was truly smitten by Fredrick.

I was head of heels in love with his light brown hair and soft blue eyes. I was in love with his laugh, his smile, his touch, and overall, everything.

I loved him and he loved me.

Loved.

As the year passed, Fredrick stopped giving me flowers and was less romantic.

I thought nothing of it, as maybe he was tight on money or maybe we were pass the "high school romance" phase that all the teenagers in romantic movies have or maybe he was just maturing, somewhat.

But then came the yelling. The insults. The excuses. The other girls.

All from him.

I told myself, "He's just stressed from exams" or "It's just been a bad week"

I would always make up some lame excuse for him whenever one of my friends commented on how aggressive he was being towards me.

And as the months went on, he started hurting me.

I looked at the sky with foggy eyes.

It was dark, and slightly scary. I felt cold, and numb as the memories came flooding back

First it started with pinching. Just enough pain for me to shut up or stop what I was doing.

Then it became tugging on my arm, which later turned into him slapping my legs.

Then it turned into slapping my face.

Now, it's full on beatings that I cannot avoid even if I tried.

If I'm breathing too loud, Fredrick gets upset and hits me, telling me that I'm bothering him and that he can't focus.

And I never told anyone, because he threatened to kill me. So I stayed quiet. For 3 whole years.

Once we graduated, I thought that I would be able to leave him, and finally be safe. Go to university and not tell him. Disappear without a trace.

But then Fredrick talked to my mom about starting a life with me because we were so "in love". He wouldn't let me see her, telling her that I was packing, slapping me when I tried to answer her calls, and hitting me while he screamed "You're mine!". Soon she stopped calling, stopped sending emails, stopped texting me, and I stopped hearing from her.

She let him take me. I let him take me away.

I haven't talk to my mother in person in years. Heck, I haven't talked to anyone in years. Anyone who calls, I have to talk to them in front of Fredrick, so he makes sure I'll never leave him.

He constantly checks my phone records, my wallet to see if I've spent money on anything with out telling him. That's why I can't use a pay phone to call home either. Plus, like he would ever let me out of the house.

He has cameras that he checks everyday when he's sober enough, to make sure I don't go cheating or ratting him out to police. I'm literally trapped in my own prison..

"But not tonight" I whispered before putting my foot over the edge, and with no hesitation, I let go.

Letting go as in, letting gravity pull me down into the cold, dark waters that were moving like ribbons. Beautiful. But so deadly. Letting go as in, letting my senses melt with the wind impacting my face. Melting into the thought of death. Letting my mind finally let go.

I didn't have to worry about what beating I would get tonight. I didn't have to worry about how worthless I was.

The world wouldn't be losing anyone important. Just another girl who went down the wrong path in life. Just another girl who didn't get help when she should've.

I was free falling towards the water, and I didn't even know how I was falling. If my face would hit the water first or if my side would. It didn't matter. I was getting what I wanted.

An escape from this prison you call the world.

I closed my eyes and relaxed. It felt nicer knowing I would be in a better place.

I was so ready for this.

I needed this.

But then someone, or something, saved me.

It was weird. Just as my skin touched the water, it caught me and like a snap of a finger, I was on dry land.

It happened so fast, like turning on the lights in the room. It just happens so quickly.

I laid breathless.

What. Was. That?