Bella Jewel - Angels In Leather

There are so many people I would like to thank; its quite possible I could take up two pages with it. In all my time writing, the support I have received has been utterly mind-blowing. Ive had so many kind people offering to help, from blogs, to fans, to people I dont even know. Youre all amazing, each and every one of you.

Now, to the personal thanks.

To Sali Benbow-Powersmy crazy, enthusiastic reader. Your notes kept me going. You ripped a smile out of me every time, without a doubt. Your personality is like a breath of fresh air, as Ive told you before. Youre the kind of girl people go to when theyre feeling down because youre bound to make them smile! You know you rocked my book, so you know Ill rock you back!

To Bella Aurora, my sissy, my sunshine. Youre one of the most beautiful people Ive ever had the pleasure of meeting, and Ill never regret making a friend out of you. Your help with this book really made a difference to me. You took the time out, even in all your crazy fame, to talk to me and get me through this one. Ill adore you forever, twinsie.

To Lauren McKellar, for editing this book for me. You took the time out, chatted with me the entire way, and were so damn sweet about it. Youre utterly amazing, and I feel so lucky to have snatched you up. No doubt there are many out there who would like to grab you and keep you. But they cant, youre mine, muahahahaha!

To Ari, from Coverit Designs. Girl, you rock my covers. Seriously, youre the best cover artist ever. You just get an idea, and you make it amazing. Without you, this book wouldnt look pretty, which means no one would buy it, so girl, you get half the damn credit!! I love your work!

To Love Between The Sheets for all the time and effort you have put in getting my name out, and organizing my tours. You ladies got my name out there, you helped me grow and expand. Youre absolutely amazing.

To my fun-loving admin, MJ! Youre freaking amazing, your witty comments bring a smile to my face all the time. Thanks, girl, for running my page for me when Im sleeping here in Aus-land! You rock it!

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The wind whips my face as I lower my head, staring down at the water below me. My heart clenches, and my entire body is trembling. The sick feeling in my stomach cant be described. My skin is covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and my heart is pounding. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and I know theyre likely the last tears Ill ever shed. The thought doesnt even scare me; it brings me comfort.

Im going to jump.

I dont really remember the moment when I ended up here, but it creeped up upon me so quickly it was like a hurricane. I knew my life wasnt ideal, but more often than not, I dealt with it. Then I began dating, and my heart got broken, and things just spiraled downwards. Without a mother to support me, I quickly crumbled. My father, while loving, is always so busy with his life. He didnt notice me sinking.

Depression snuck upon me, slowly eating me away until nothing seemed beautiful anymore. I no longer looked at trees and saw their beauty, or found happiness in the smallest of lifes delicacies. Nothing was pretty. Nothing meant anything anymore. I was empty, and slowly but surely, that emptiness consumed me until I ended up here.

Alone.

My fingers tremble as I climb over the railing of our local bridge. Its quiet tonight, because the small town we live in has their annual bash going on, and no one is out. I picked the perfect night. The wind is non-existent, and I can hear the distant hum of beetles in the trees. Thats the last sound Ill hear.

I swallow, and begin to cry harder as I climb over the railings, and clutch them. It only takes a second to let go; yet it takes so much more to get to this point.

I feel my body begin to sway as I begin to heave.

This is it.

My freedom.

What the fuck are you doin, Cricket?

That voice. I close my eyes, so sure it cant be real. I havent heard that voice since I was twelve years old. I slowly turn my head, and blink through my tears to see Axel Wraithe standing on the other side of the road, staring at me, cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Hes not a young man anymore; instead, hes grown into an older, far more handsome version. I blink again, making sure Im seeing this correctly.

Axel? I rasp.

He drops his cigarette, and walks across the road, stopping behind me. Ill ask again, Cricket, what the fuck are you doin?

I should just let go. It would be quick, and he wouldnt be able to stop me. I dont want him talking me out of this. Hell never understand why Im here. He left a long time ago, when he and my father had a falling out. He never came back to visit, and he never called. I adored him once, not in the romantic kind of way, hell I was only twelve, but as a friend. When he left, I began to fade.

I dont answer his question because I cant. Even though Im sobbing, my throat is dry and scratchy. I keep my gaze on the water below, and I know I have to let go. If I dont do it now, then hell talk me out of it and then leave. Where will that leave me? I cant put myself through the pain any longer. I cant do it. I dont want to have to answer to him, or anyone, again.

I let go.

I begin to fall, and my heart feels like its going to leap out of my mouth. A strangled scream leaves my throat. I cant swim. I know I cant swim. Its why I chose the deepest water I could find under the highest bridge.

It takes only seconds for me to hit that deep, never-ending water. I land so hard, and my entire body stings all over. I open my mouth to scream again only to have it fill with water.

I choke, and my arms and legs flail around. Im suddenly desperate. People often wonder if those who commit suicide question themselves right at the moment before they die. I realize, some of them probably do. My body is filled with panic, and the desperate need to surface. My lungs are screaming, and my body is becoming weak, but I start kicking frantically. Its at that moment I realize . . .

I dont want to die.

My vision begins to blur as my arms slowly lose all their movement. My body sinks lower, and my lungs no longer hurt. I feel...peaceful. Maybe this was the best choice. Maybe this is where Im meant to be. My eyes close as I sink further and further down into the darkness. I dont feel scared anymore.

Maybe this wont be so bad after all.

Heavy hands press down onto my chest over and over, pumping. My head spins when its lifted, and a mouth is shoved against mine, breathing into my aching lungs. I begin to cough so badly I struggle breathe through it. My body is jerked upward, and I throw up until Im dry-heaving. Everything aches, and my head is pounding. I open my eyes, and blink rapidly. My vision isnt great as I try to take in my surroundings.

Keep breathin, Cricket. Dont you close those eyes again.

Axel?

I slowly remember how I ended up here, and I begin to panic. I gasp for air, and grip anything I can for comfort. Axels shirt is what I take hold of. Its wet beneath my fingers. As my vision begins to clear I look up at him, and I realize hes soaking wet. He came in after me. He saved my life?

Why did you save me? I croak.