I'm With You

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is my entry for Vampire's challenge. What I had to do was include the song "I'm With You" by Avril Lavigne in my story, and use the names Dyani (though I changed the spelling to Dyannie, hope you don't mind) & Jared. Also, I needed to demonstrate love and/or compassion. Unless I'm forgetting anything, that's about it. I know this short story is a bit, well, short, but I hope you'll like it.

Submitted: April 12, 2009

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I stood there, waiting in the dark.

Tears rolled quietly down my cheeks. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, bottling in all the sobs that were making their way up my throat. I’d been waiting for hours, and yet Jared hadn’t shown up. He was probably with Ashley Miller again, the girl he’d cheated on me with for countless times already. How stupid I was to believe he still loved me, still cared for me. Ashley was perfect. Blonde hair, extremely beautiful blue eyes. I couldn’t possibly stand against her. I was just a boring, hazel-haired, brown-eyed, simple girl, after all. I was just Dyannie, that quiet girl who had a stroke of luck, being asked to the prom by Jared Hillock, the most gorgeous guy in NorthValley.

A strong wind blew in, sending chills up and down my arms. I wrapped my coat tighter around my body, but it was worthless—this night was simply the coldest night I’d ever lived through, both literally and figuratively speaking. Little droplets of water began caressing my face as I looked up at the overcast sky. Rain. I sighed. Well, at least now no one would know I was crying. I stared at the sky. Probably not the smartest thing to do. I eyed a single star, the only one in sight, and a memory hit me.

“See that star over there?” Jared told me. “It’s the one way up there.”

I nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I do.”

“It’s going to be shining forever, through any circumstance. Like my love for you will swell like a never-ending river. Whenever you miss me, look up at that star, and remember that you’re on my mind. You’re tattooed there forever. Annie, I love you. I truly do. And I can’t imagine life without you.”

I could feel my body shaking, my being caving into my emotions, my courage letting up. I couldn’t take it anymore. I collapsed on the quay, gasping for air as the sobs forced their way out.

My life was messed up. My parents were getting divorced. My sister, Tara, was on crack. My older brother, Mitchell, left to live his own separate life just recently, deciding he’d stop supporting the family because it was too much to handle. Jared was that single string that kept me from going absolutely insane. He was my life. Was.

My cell rang. I didn’t care if the rain would ruin it. I pulled it out from my back pocket, flipped it open, and answered it without hesitation.

“Annie?”

It was Belinda, a friend of mine. She sounded unwilling to call me and slightly apologetic. But why? She was the last person on the face of the earth that could possibly hurt me. For the most part, she was the one I confided in whenever things went wrong.

“Yeah, B?” I said, my voice coming out hoarse.

She sighed. “I don’t know how to say this. I’m not going to lie, though. It’s absolutely awful news, Honey.”

“I can take it,” I told her, trying to sound cheery.

“Is Jared there where you are right now?” she burst out suddenly. “I know he promised to meet you at the quay for a picnic tonight.”

“No,” I replied, my voice cracking.

She let out another depressed sigh. “Dyannie, Jared is here. At the party in Haley Beach. With Ashley. And I think you should go home now, and just forget him. That’s all I have to say.”

I nodded to myself. I wasn’t surprised. I wasn’t even hurt. Numbness had already coiled its arms around me, cradling me gently. At least it had taken the pain away.

“Okay,” I said. Just okay. Then I ended the call.

My knees weakened when I stood up, but I ignored them. Nothing mattered anymore. Not even my life. I took one step closer towards the end of the wharf. I could see the water now. It was only steps away. I looked up at the sky again. The star wasn’t there anymore. Surprise, surprise.

I took another step, and I actually smiled at myself. I was, like Belinda had suggested, going home. I was going to be happy now—forever. I wouldn’t have to ever face the pains and cruel occurrences of my life again.

“I love you, Mom,” I whispered. “I love you, Dad. I love you, Tara. I love you, Mitchell. I love you, Belinda. I loved you, Jared, and I still love you. And I’m sorry.”

I took another step. One more and it was done. One more and I was home.

“What are you doing?” a voice called, demanding and worried. It was a boy’s voice, and it was like a spark dropped on dry tinder, breaking through the melancholy silence.

I turned around abruptly. Yes, it was a boy—a stranger I had never met before. Beauty was written all over him, and his eyes glowed with concern. I smiled at him faintly and turned back towards the sea.

My foot jerked forward over the water’s surface. I sighed. But it wasn’t because I felt like giving up. It was because I was happy now. I was content. I was complete.

“You’re not going to…jump, are you?” the boy asked.

I ignored him and closed my eyes.

And took the plunge.

“No!” the howl carried through, piercing the deathly air.

But suddenly I hit something solid. It wasn’t water like I’d hoped it would be.

“What were you doing?” the voice rang in my ears again.

I opened my eyes. It was that stranger. He had his arms around my waist, and his face inches away from mine. The moonlight shined upon his vexed, stunning features, and I felt I was home. I was home in the arms of a man I didn’t know. At least, not yet.

“Going home,” I told him simply.

 “Oh, were you?” he asked. “Tell me, are you home yet?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I am.”

He cracked a delicate smile as one of his arms slid down under the back of my knees, and the other against my back. Then he got up, carrying me like a fragile newborn. And kissed me softly.

I pulled away from him after a while, and he looked confused. Of course he would be. He was an awesome kisser. Why would anybody pull away from him? Even if he was a complete stranger.

“I don’t know who you are,” I told him. “But won’t you take me somewhere new?”

He smiled, and put me down. “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” I said. “I’m with you.”


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