Knowing a suicide? Part 1

               

                 ALESSANDRO'S POV (Point of view)

    I was very bored in that place some would call home, which for me, was everything but a home. It was more like a kind of hell, I couldn't stand my mother's boyfriend, I had to go out of there, if no, sooner or later I would end up hitting him, or maybe killing him. I went out the front door without even saying goodbye and I wandered aimlessly through the streets. But it didn't please me at all: many people. I hated crowds. It got on my nerves.

     After much walking, I lit a cigarette and went towards the coast. All right. There was no one, which I thought was completely normal, because it was very windy and it wasn't a good day to be swimming at the beach. The wind moved large amount of sand and waves, it's quite annoying if you get sand in your eyes. The beach was sorrounded by many rocks, they had enough peaks. I heard that many people had died there, I smiled thinking about it.

     I thought I saw a girl near the edge of the rocks. I blinked a few times. Yes, definitely there was a girl there. I wasn't drugged and cigarette doesn't make you high, so it wasn't my imagination. She looked like she was going to throw herself off the cliff. I actually had to do something. 

    What are you doing?!—I yelled at her in order to curb in her attempt to commit suicide or to have fun. Fun is something quite relative. Fuck. The girl lost her balance but she managed to hold onto the rim. I ran to her. — Let me help you—I told her as I lent her both hands. I was a bad person, but I wasn't going to let her die. —Were you expecting to throw yourself off the brink?!