Don't Jump || mgc

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Talias point of view

I wrapped my hands tightly around the bottle and chugged it.

"Your worthless"

"You should just die"

"No one wants you around"

I screamed and threw the bottle at the wall. My hands found their way to my hair as I kept screaming. When I finally calmed down, I leaned my head against the wall as the tears slowly rolled down my cheek.

I stood up and wiped my eyes as I heard a knock on the door. I walked over and opened the door.

I sighed, "What do you want Damian?"

"I seriously just want to talk," he said as he put his hands in the air and tried to walk in. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him backwards.

"Please get away," I tried to say as my lip quivered. I cleared my throat and composed myself.

"I don't want you her-," I was cut off by a sharp in my cheek. My hand immediately went to my cheek.

"You're honestly a worthless piece of shit. Just go kill yourself. Please, no one will care," he spat. I slammed my door and locked it quickly. I walked over to my mirror and looked at my reflection. Disgusted, I punched my mirror. Not to my surprise, I didn't feel anything. I don't really feel pain anymore, I've grown numb. I placed my hands on either side of the sink and sighed.

"Tonight's the night," I whispered to myself. I turned on the faucet and cleaned off the make-up under my eyes. Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't gotten any noise complaints. I'm currently staying at a hotel because I got kicked out of the apartment I owned with my best friend, Jamie.

I walked out of the bathroom and walked out of my hotel room. I climbed the stairs all the way to the top and then exited out of a door onto the roof. I smiled, the view was absolutely beautiful. It was around midnight, but the lights were amazing. That's a great thing about living in Los Angeles. I pulled out my phone and took a picture. Why? I don't know. I won't be around to see it anyway. I looked at it one more time and then put my phone back into my pocket.

Your probably thinking, what? No suicide note? Well, no actually. I have no one to write to. Everyone I've ever loved left. So I built a wall, and forced myself to never love anyone again.

I climbed onto the edge and sighed. I spread my arms out to my sides and pretended I was flying as a gust of wind blew. The words, this is it, kept flowing through my mind.

I'm ready. I looked down off the ledge one more time and closed my eyes.

"You're not going to jump, are you?"

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Michael's point of view

I punched the wall.

"Your fucking kidding me, right? You can't be serious." I ran my fingers angrily as I waited for Calums answer.

"I really can't control what Luke does, Mikey. No one can. Except her. He was thinking about the band and chased after her. There's really nothing we can do. We're obviously not going to kick him out of the band, so we'll just have to postpone some concerts until he finds her and comes back." Leave it to Luke. He always does something to fuck shit up. I'd never tell him that though. I love the kid, he just doesn't think.

"Whatever, I'm going up on the roof, I'll be back." I walked up the stairs and out onto the roof. At first I didn't notice anything, until I saw a girl standing on the ledge. I quietly walked up to her, not wanting to scare her or anything.

I said the first thing that came to my mind. "You're not going to jump are you?"

AN:
So this was like how they met and stuff. Please know that it is absolutely wrong to tell someone to kill themselves, even if your joking. This is just for the story.