Untouched

Oli

I felt like I was laying on a cloud, soft and fluffy.

I sighed and my eyes opened, I felt a body next to me, of course it has to be Christofer.

I looked next to me, and it was not Christofer.

It was a girl.

I jolted up once I processed what I just saw, “Fuck.” I mumbled and stumble out of the bed.

I grabbed my boxers and slip them on, my jeans next.

“Good morning.” The girl next to me says, although she is very beautiful, she isn’t who I want.

“I need to go.” I mumble and slip my shirt on.

“But why” she whines and sits up, the sheet covering her slipping down.

I look away, and sat on the bed putting my shoes on.

She comes behind me and wraps her small arms around my neck, “Stay please.” She begs.

I shake my head, “I really need to go.”

“You have a boyfriend.” She says and slips her shirt on.

“I know, and I cheated on him.”

She nods and put her jeans on and shoes. “Well Oli I understand.” She smiled and leaves the room.

I sigh loudly and run my fingers through my bed head.



I get home and run up to Tom’s room.

I open the door, and Tom is sleeping with someone.

Not just anyone, but Christofer

“You Fucked My Boyfriend” I yell pulling Tom out of the bed.

His eyes open and he stares at me, then to Christofer on the bed.

“I’m straight you dumbass, I wouldn’t fuck a guy.” He says calmly.

“Then Why Is He In Your Bed?”

“I brought him here because he didn’t want to go home and you were fucking a girl. Someone had to take care of him.”

Christofer slowly gets up and pulls on Tom’s sleeve.

“I w-want Oli t-to g-go.” He whispers softly.

“Christofer.” I whisper and take a step closer to him.

He shakes his head and backs behind Tom, tears pouring from his eyes.

“But, Christofer. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head again, pulling Tom in front of him.

He’s scared of me.

“Oli, maybe you should just leave. Either way I’m taking Christofer home soon.” Tom says.

I nod slowly and stare at Christofer.

He doesn’t trust me.

“Leave now Oli.”

I hurt him.

I turn around and walk out the room.

He hates me



It was late, maybe midnight.

I was sulking all day, I fucked up and I didn’t mean to.

It was all an unintentional mistake.

Not meant to happen, not meant to hurt anyone.

Not meant to hurt me.

But especially not meant to hurt Christofer.

I stopped at the bridge, opens up to a lake.

I walked closer to it and looked underneath me, I was maybe 6 stories above the shallow water.

I smile and imagine what it would be like to fly above all the water.

What it would be like to dive into the ice cold water and swim inside it.

I leap over the railing and sit on it, my feet dangling down.

I want to jump, and feel alive as the cold water touches my skin.

But I won’t jump, because I know I won’t live to see another day.

I won’t be able to see Christofer ever again.

I stop imagining my death, and look around the bridge.

So many people come here to kill themselves in this small town, because it’s the only place they know they can succeed at suicide.

A tall lanky boy stood on the railings, his arms spread out like he was ready to fly off into the sky.

I look closely, that boy wants to kill himself.

That boy is Christofer.

My mind takes a while process the fact that my Christofer wants to die.

“Ch-Christofer” I gasp.

But he can’t hear it, of course he can’t hear me, I’m almost 50 feet away from him.

I began to run toward him, “Christofer!”

His face slowly turns to me, and his tears are exposed,

“Christofer Get Down From There.” I yelled as the tears blur my own vision.

“N-no You H-hurt Me.” He sobbed. “I D-deserve To D-die.”

He was just about to leap, until I caught him.

We both fell to the floor, my arms wrapped securely around his small body.

We were both gasping from air.

“Christofer.” I sobbed into his hair, holding him close to me.

He began to cry as well, “You h-hurt m-me.”

“I swear to god I didn’t mean it.”

“I’m an a-atheist.” He mumbled, looking up to me.

“I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I corrected myself.

“But y-you d-did.”

“Christofer, I love you.”