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The Gift
by S. Chant
Chapter 1
A biting wind howled amidst the metal girders of the bridge, causing them
to sing with a weird voice, and making Martin shudder violently.
A sob escaped his tightly buttoned lips as he realised how ridiculous it
was to worry about the cold in the circumstances.
He stood on the concrete parapet on the wrong side of the girders, one
arm wrapped tightly around a steel upright, as he gazed down to the grey
waters of the wind-whipped river below. A river that would take his life;
if the impact from the fall did not take him, then he would surely drown.
If only he could summon the guts to just... let... go!
He didn't know for sure how long he had stood there, but it must have
been more than half an hour, maybe as much as an hour. He didn't care.
"Would it help to talk?" came a soft, gentle voice from just below and to
his right.
Martin started slightly and looked down to his side.
A pretty, round face gazed up at him, her blond hair curling out from
under a brightly coloured woollen hat. Her eyes were an unusual shade of
blue and were filled with deep concern. Martin dimly registered how
attractive she was; how appealing.
When he did not respond, the girl started to climb the girders.
"No!" Martin shouted. "Don't do that!"
"Please, no!" he shouted again as the girl hesitated, not looking at him,
and then continued to climb.
She stepped out onto the parapet and deftly sat down, her legs hanging
over the edge. She leaned forward slightly and stared down to the river.
Martin's breath hitched in his throat, and another sob escaped him.
"What... what are you doing?" he gasped.
The girl looked up at him and smiled. "My name is Suzie and I think I may
be able to help you."
Chapter 2
Martin just stared at her, and then closed his eyes and shook his head.
This gave him a sudden shock of dizziness and he quickly opened them
again.
"Please go away," he whispered.
"I'm not going anywhere. Why don't you sit down? So we can talk."
"I don't want to talk. I'm done with talking. It's too late! It's over!"
"If you still feel the same after we've talked I won't try and stop you.
I promise." Suzie smiled up at him and patted the parapet at her side.
Martin couldn't believe what she was doing. What was she thinking? He
decided she must be mad. He shook his head and looked away into the
distance.
"I nearly jumped once," Suzie said, matter-of-factly.
Martin ignored her and considered just stepping off the edge. Right now.
Just do it!!!
"My life was shit," she continued. "But it's not shit now. I'm glad I
didn't jump. Things were really bad. I couldn't see any way out. Jumping
just seemed like such a good idea."
"Please shut up," Martin replied.
Suzie went on, "I was a drug addict, living rough. I was attacked a few
times and... raped. I was beaten up and cut with a knife. It was bad."
Martin looked down at her, frowning.
"I really want to hear about you. Please won't you tell me?" Suzie asked.
What harm could it do, Martin considered. Perhaps she would understand.
He stole another look at her.
Either jump now, or talk and jump later his inner voice said.
He took a deep breath and then carefully lowered himself down until he
could sit on the concrete edge. He was shivering violently, and tucked
his hands under his arms. His teeth were chattering.
Three feet separated him from this slim young woman. Even if she wanted
to there was no way she could physically stop him from pushing off the
edge and plunging to his death. He was still in control.
Chapter 3
"What can I call you?" Suzie queried.
Martin hesitated. He could call himself anything, but what difference did
it make now. "Martin," he replied.
"Well Martin, my name is Suzie and I'm a recovering would-be jumper."
The girl laughed gaily, a dainty, musical sound, caught and carried away
by the wind.
Martin was stunned. How could she laugh about it? Again, it crossed his
mind that she wasn't quite right in the head.
"So," she continued, "what happened to make it come to this?"
Martin shook his head and did not respond.
"Lost your job, lost your wife, lost your home?"
"Not difficult to guess I suppose," Martin agreed. "Although it was my
girlfriend, we weren't yet married."
Suzie continued to look at him, waiting.
Martin sighed. "I'm a... I was a teacher," he began. "Lost my job. That's
where it all started - a slippery slope."
"Made redundant?" Suzie asked.
"No, worse than that. I was accused of molesting one of my pupils."
The silence stretched out between them.
"And did you?"
"What?!" Martin was astounded at first, but this had been the problem all
along. Everybody chose to think the worst of him. That's what made it so
hard. He softened his tone.
"No," he replied, "there was a storm; thunder and lightning. It was
pouring with rain, freezing cold, and she was walking home. No coat, no
umbrella, she was drenched." He paused. "I gave her a lift home. She
lived in my road. How could I not offer her a lift?"
"She was in with the wrong crowd at school. My guess is they egged her
on. She told her parents that I tried to kiss her. She was eleven for
God's sake. As if I would... shit! That was the beginning of the end. It
was awful - you couldn't believe how bad it got.
"It didn't get to court; her word against mine; no evidence of course,
and she kept changing her story so it didn't stack up. But mud sticks and
the school weren't prepared to support me. I had to leave.
"Life became unbearable. The neighbours would cross the street to avoid
me and my girlfriend, or shout abuse depending on their mood."
Martin started to cry again. His tears felt like ice on his cheeks.
"One night," he sobbed, "somebody soaked a bed sheet in petrol and
stuffed it through the letter box and set light to it. I was out. My
girlfriend died in the fire."
Suzie sighed and waited patiently for Martin to gather himself. He was on
a roll and couldn't seem to stop himself.
"I started drinking. Fell out with my parents. Started sleeping on the
streets.
"The police found DNA and are prosecuting the girl's father for
manslaughter, but what's the point? My life is ruined, his life is
ruined, and his family's life is ruined. What's the point?
"I got into a couple of fights when drunk. Pushed a guy a few nights ago.
He fell, banged his head. He didn't get up. I ran away. He died.
"Sobered me up right quick I can tell you, but it's too late isn't it? I
can't go back. There's no way back."
Suzie sighed again and said, "You're right, your life is crap; you may as
well end it all."
Martin gave a snort of surprised laughter, astounded at her response.
"That's unbelievably helpful. You're a true professional."
Suzie turned and looked at him, her mouth turned up with wry amusement.
She thought him attractive. It would be good to see him smile; she felt
sure he would be quite gorgeous when he smiled. He was tall with broad
shoulders, and she really liked tall men.
Chapter 4
"After I was raped I became pregnant," Suzie began without preamble. "I
was in a coma, not expected to recover. The baby was almost certainly at
risk. My parents made the decision to have my baby aborted." Suzie
shrugged. "Probably for the best, but I didn't see it that way when I
regained consciousness.
"Ironically I was clean by then, enforced cold turkey you might say, but
that didn't stop the craving.
"My parents took me home, but I was climbing the walls. All I wanted was
to get fixed up. They locked me in my room, but I eventually made it out
of there.
"First thing I did was find the bastard who raped me. I knew him you see;
we'd been in the same squat for a while."
Suzie drew a breath, still gazing at Martin with those amazing blue eyes.
"I stabbed him in the throat. He just looked at me, choking on his own
blood, holding his throat like that would help. He died at my feet and I
did nothing to save him.
"I ended up here," she patted the concrete, "on this very spot.
"But somebody helped me that night, and now it's my turn to help you.
"So you see Marty, we are more alike than you thought, and I know I can
help you get a new life.
"My life turned around. I am reconciled with my family, I have a loving
husband, a great job and I have never been so happy. You could be happy
again too.
"Do you want to hear how I can help you, or do you still want to jump?"
Suzie raised an eyebrow and waited.
Martin didn't rush to respond. He thought long and hard, looking at Suzie
the whole time. Her gaze never wavered. She looked as though she would
wait forever.
"Yeah OK. I have nothing to lose, do I?"
"No," Suzie replied, "but could we please get off this damned bridge and
get a hot drink?"
Martin laughed and nodded his agreement.
"After you," he offered.
"No, you go first and then you can help me down," Suzie replied.
Chapter 6
Martin gingerly got to his feet and climbed down through the steel
girders to the pavement. Despite himself, he let out a huge sigh of
relief.
Suzie stood up and turned towards him. Martin held out his hand.
"Do you trust me Martin?" she said.
Martin cocked his head to one side. "Well, we've only just met, but I
guess I trust you as much as I trust anyone."
Suzie crouched down and took his hand, earnestly holding his gaze as she
spoke.
"Good", she said. "You see, I've kind of tricked you, but I want you to
believe that it's with the best of intentions."
Martin frowned at her in surprise and opened his mouth to speak.
"No, listen," she went on. "When things were really bad for me and I
could see nothing worth living for, somebody helped me. Somebody right
here, in this place. They gave me a gift; an unbelievable gift, a gift
that changed my life.
"I am able to pass on that gift to you, and I intend to do just that, but
first you must make me a promise.
"I can help you - right now, but you need to promise that if you ever,
ever have the chance to help somebody who is at the end of their tether,
and about to end their life, that you will help them too, just as I was
helped, just as I am about to help you. Will you promise?"
"What's this all..." Martin began.
"Will you promise Martin?" she asked urgently.
"Well, yes, of course I promise. Why would I not...?"
Suzie pulled her hand from his and stood up. She continued to look
straight at him as she deliberately fell back off the ledge.
As Martin watched in horror, this beautiful woman changed before his
eyes. She grew taller and broader, her hair shortened and turned darker,
and she now wore a dark coat that flapped in the wind around her knees.
And her eyes; her strikingly blue eyes changed to chocolate brown, and
Martin was looking at himself.
As she fell, Martin thrust his arm further through the steel girders,
impossibly but reflexively, trying to catch her. He screamed her name,
but still she fell. She spoke, and although the wind carried her words
away he could read her lips, and knew she said, "I'll be OK..., and so will
you."
He shouted and reached for her, shocked to the core as she fell to her
certain death.
As she disappeared from his sight, Martin seemed to shrink in stature;
his straightened arm became slim; the hand unbelievably elegant and
dainty; his now long, fair hair whipped across his face, and his coat
changed to pale blue; a colour that matched her eyes.
He heard a shout, the sound of running feet, and was suddenly aware of
somebody at his side, but Martin couldn't tear his gaze away from where
Suzie had been.
Somebody was screaming hysterically and he slowly became aware of an arm
around him; a hand on his shoulder.
"It's alright love, there's nothing you could have done. You did all you
could, but they were too far gone. There was nothing you could have said
that would make any difference."
Martin stopped screaming. He looked up into the face of a young
policeman. He seemed very tall and his face was white from shock.
The policeman looked down at the young woman in his care, her tear-
streaked face framed by the blond hair snaking out from under a woolly
hat; looked into her amazingly blue eyes.
"Let's get you somewhere warm. What's your name love?"
"Mart..." she hesitated. "Su...Suzie," she replied in her soft feminine
voice.
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