Chapter 1: Markey
My name is Markey. I know, sounds like the female take on the name Mark. When you hear someone introduce themselves like this in a book or movie you expect them to be in their room writing a diary or introducing some amazing story. But this isnt a movie. As i say this i lean on the edge of a bell tower at school holding onto a rail so i dont fall straight away with my arms stretched so i can still lean over the edge without falling and hitting the ground straight away. The things i need to consider: i hit the ground and ill be amongst the crowd of students below watching me, will anyone miss me? Wait of course not, that was stupid of me to ask, i dont even have friends and its currently raining so my bloody remains will be washed by the rain.
So thats it i take one hand off and god everything they say about your life flashing before your eyes, its all true.
Then I close my eyes and let go but im not falling. Im leaning forward but something is holding onto me. I turn and i see a familiar face, in fact i see a well known face. Daniel Jones, i know this face too well. Star athlete, friends with all the popular guys and what i hate to admit, the most handsome guy ive ever seen.
I stare at him for a few minutes until he speaks to me "one leg over first and then the other and youre safe, im not letting go so you have no other option". I look down, too many people anyway. I sigh and come over and he keeps a neutral expression on me "Youre not meant to be up here, go to class. And dont you ever tell anyone i saved you or else" and off he goes, strutting down the hallways. I know him and he knows me, everyone knows me but thats the difference between me and Daniel Jones. Everyone knows both of us but people like him, I only have 2 friends and its all ill ever need. No use making thousands of friends if ill leave them all behind like that.
I shrug and walk to class with that same stupid smile on my face. People look at me as i walk but i dont care. Most girls wear short skirts, cropped shirts and a face caked in make up; I wear ripped black jeans, a band shirt and a red plaid shirt with a pair of lennons sat on the tip of my nose. I know grunge died 5th of april the day Kurt Cobain died but thats just nonsense to me.
Now most people stare at me with a different expression today. Most people are shaken having 'fatal encounters with death' but me im higher than a kite right now. I practically had my life handed to me and I was supposed to be dead right now but here i am walking through the hallway like every other day. My brown hair in two messy buns, my green eyes staring at the ground not paying attention to what is around me and that stupid smile i always have stretched out of my face like as if i was some kind of psycho. But still, something about Daniel made me wonder, why oh why didnt he let me just jump? We arent friends, we have never spoken. He was some kind of legend to me; Ive heard of him but never spoken to him. But he was still there, he still looked at me with those blue eyes of his, he still stopped me from making and mistake and he still saved me life.
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