Knowing a suicide? Part 2

                         

     But let's see, this chick was stupid or what? On top of the fact that I have helped her not to kill herself, she shouts at me. Women are incomprehensible.—Sure, now you yell at me but you've grasped my hand when you've been about to fall.— I probably would have done the same, I hate people to help me. I am a very independent person. From the moment when you depend on someone is when you are really lost. I took a step away from her and lit another cigarette, I hid the lighter on my pocket and gave it a puff. She said that obviously she wanted to fall. Then I looked at the girl without any apparent feeling.—Perhaps you think that you can fly or something, or are you a drug addict and you've had too many dosis of LSD and you think you are a bird?—I said gravely, not intended to give her a sermon or anything, but I wanted to disturb her just a bit. The girl was pretty, but hey, she rubbed me on the wrong way just for the simple fact of not having given thanks. 

     I stared at her for a while and I started to jump over the rocks behind us, walking away from her.—Do you know how to say thank you or just being a suicide?—I shouted from about fifty feet away. If she followed me, I would spend a long time telling any nonsense that I could think of. If she didn't, I would go with my friends and look for trouble out there, it certainly would be much more fun than that.