And then he jumped.
His school called home earlier that morning to notify whoever was listening that he never arrived.
No one had answered though.
The hospital called his home as well, to say that he didn't survive a jump off the bridge.
No one had answered though.
His father had finally left a week before, after numerous threats that he was 'done'.
His mother broke down, and a few days later, she left too.
He didn't know where they went.
He was all alone.
He didn't have his father's beatings to worry about, or his mother's screams to drown out the silence.
He could finally hear the voices in his head. Not that the voices said anything different from what he was used to hearing, they told him he was nothing, they shouted that he's better off dead.
He didn't write a note.
He didn't have a last word.
He didn't want to ask for help, he just wished that on the way to the bridge someone would grab his hand and pull him back.
No one did.
And then he jumped.
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The Suicide Series ✔️
Fiction généraleShort stories about the different things that happen before or after a person commits suicide. Some of the deaths, however, are not intentional/suicides, but rather, they should be interpreted by the reader.
