The park was quiet. Peaceful. The scenery was gorgeous. Birch trees with different shades of leaves. The gentle swishes of the wind as the autumn breeze flew by. I walked over to a wooden bench; my feet patted gently against the fallen leaves. Hardly anyone was there, probably because it was eight in the morning, but that only made it better.
"I, uh, tried to kill myself last night."
I turned my head to see two girls, seemingly teenagers, sitting at a bench off in the distance. One girl had black hair, tied back. She wore a gray jacket, black slacks, and glasses. The girl next to her had long blonde hair, which fell like a waterfall against her shoulders. Her face was in a state of shock, but only for a moment. I heard her sharply inhale, even through the songs of nature. Her eyes glistened with the moisture of tears.
"W-why?"
Black hair girl sighed. "I don't know, I just hate life." She turned away.
Blonde girl stared off into the distance for a few seconds, then whispered, "I hate life too, but I'm still here."
"Yeah, but it's different for you. You're- you."
Her head tilted. "What do you mean Megan?"
"You're beautiful. Amazing. Popular. Yet, you hang out with trash like me. Why? I'm worthless. You have a life."
Blonde girl shook her head, and pulled black haired girl, who I assume is Megan, into a tight embrace, trying to comfort her.
Megan's body started shaking, and I heard her sobbing with pain.
"Megan sweetie, we are all human. We are all the same in the end."
Megan pulled away, and smiled. Her face, stained red and glistening with tears. Her smile started to quiver, and she cried again.
Blondie hugged her, and whispered soothing things to her.
I opened my purse, and pulled out a bracelet. The bracelet has leather cord, and on the front was a metal plating that has two words engraved. "Keep Going." Soon enough, I stood right in front of the two girls. I knelt down in front of Megan.
"Sweetheart, life is worth living. Let me show you something." I pulled up the long sleeves on my sweater to reveal hundreds of scars. Megan looked at them, then at me, then back to them.
"I've tried to kill myself three times. All in one year. Now that I'm older, I'm so glad I didn't. Please dear, live life. Enjoy yourself. Don't focus on the negative. I know others have probably told you similar, but it's true. I hate these scars now, but they tell my story. Maybe one day you can do the same. Here, hold out your arm."
She carefully reached out her arm, and I pulled up her sleeve. Tons of fresh cuts covered her arm, and it broke my heart. I gently placed the bracelet on her wrist, the metal part on the same side as her cuts. I fastened the bracelet and hugged her.
"Thank you."
