One shot just to test uploading! I have no idea how to get stories onto here so this is a test, but if you want it continued just review ^-^ Thanks –Ms. Square

Part 1: The Bridge

Maka had no idea what she was doing.

She realized standing on the edge of this bridge was a stupid idea, with all the people around her.

But then, she wasn't here for just any reason.

He did it. He pushed her to it. Her father, running around, screwing everything with 23 chromosomes. She couldn't stand it anymore. The horrible nights when he'd wake her up, coming home drunk, spouting something about still loving her mother, with the girl under his arm staring at Maka in disbelief.

As the people finally started to notice her, the wind pushing her dirty blonde hair all in her face, she climbed over the ledge and peered down.

Dizziness.

She almost fell over, if it weren't for the bars her arms clamped to.

Maybe if she told her father what was going on, he would stop. He wouldn't pay attention to you. Suicide was stupid, but it felt so right. She shouldn't be doing this. She had so much more to live for! Stop lying to yourself.

"SHUT UP!" she yelled at the doubts in her head, drawing more attention. The water under her sparkled. So far down, and so deep.

So many thoughts were shooting through her brain, so many feelings.

Fear, Anxiousness, Comfort, Craziness.

What was happening to her?! Why couldn't she just do it? Why did she even decide to go here? Maka knew she wouldn't be able to do it, but she still took her bike and rode all the way to the Death City bridge.

She closed her eyes. Release. The evil voice hummed.

She took one hand off the bar.

"STOP!" a voice yelled. It was deep and gruff, but not too deep. It had a sweetness to it, a nice sound.

The boy's voice snapped her out of the haze. She gasped for air, her eyes shooting open and rushing backwards to grab onto the ledge. She turned around, wondering where the magical voice came from.

He was scary but charming.

Spiky white hair, that tried to be held down by a black headband, framed his face. Bright crimson eyes held emotions that were familiar to her, fear, sadness; but were accompanied by a warmth, one that Maka was entranced by, staring into his wide eyes, his hands out in a non-threatening way, slowly stepping towards her.

"You don't have to do this." The albino boy said, "Just back away from the edge, you'll be perfectly fine." His calm tone making her relax. Then what he said registered in her mind.

"I-I can't." she murmured, looking downwards, her plaid skirt swaying in the wind.

"Yes you can," he reassured her, "Just step towards me, grab my hands, it'll be alright." He reached his hands out to her.

Maka just stared at his hands, wondering, "Why do you want to help me?"

"I- I don't- just grab my hands ok?"

He took a step forward, surprising Maka, and she took a step back, her foot slipping.

She started falling backwards, instantly regretting her decision. I'm sorry dad.

She suddenly felt someone grab her hand.

The red eyed boy leaned partly over the bar, clamping one hand on her wrist, the other trying to hold onto the bar. His cheeks were turning red with straint, trying to hold her body weight along with his.

She instantly grabbed his hand with both of hers, pulling herself up and over the bar, freaking out, and falling on top of the boy.

Cheers erupted from the onlookers. She put her head up and their noses touched. She looked right into his ruby eyes, just staring.

"Uh- I'm Soul." The boy named Soul stuck out a hand in front of her, seeking a handshake, and she met her hand in his.

"M-Maka."

"Nice to meet you, Maka." He pushed her off him gently, then stood up, hands still conjoined, pulled her onto her feet.

"Thank you f-for getting me off there, I don't even know why I wanted to in the first place." Her eyes dropped to her feet, cheeks turning red.

Soul pushed her head up towards him with a hand. He gave her a half-grin, sharp teeth shining through. "Don't mention it. Do you need a ride home or anything?"

She was taken aback by his question, a boy she just met, though she felt comfort in his eyes, and something else in her chest when he looked at her, her emerald eyes wide.

"U-um that would be nice. Thank you."

He threw an arm across her back, helping her walk to his car. They walked through the crowd of people looking at her strangely, and applauding at Soul. They got in his car, him lowering her in like a porcelain doll, and then running around the front into the driver's seat next to her.

She saw a news van and a camera and kept her head down, knowing her father would see it eventually. Soul drove the car off the bridge, heading into the middle of Death city, toward the inevitable grounding and therapy sessions that awaited her.

I hope you guys be likin' this story, again it's just to see how to post stories onto here. But if you liked it, maybe I can continue? Kk, Review if you want to. xD

-Ms. Square