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My phone started ringing in Geography. I had forgotten to put my phone on silent and now everybody could hear my phone loud and clear. Everybody stared at me as I took out my phone and checked the number. It was a wrong number.
"Miss," I called. "Is it okay if I could take this call outside, please? It's urgent." It's really not but I want to skip it even though I like geography. My cover teacher lets me go and I walk outside the classroom.
"Hello," I answered.
"I'm on the Golden Gate Bridge and am about to commit suicide," The caller spoke.
"Why?" I interrupted.
"What do you mean why?" The person asked, confused.
"As in why do want to commit suicide?" I elaborated.
"Do you really have to ask?" The other person sputters. "My life is hell. I'm living in a nightmare with no way of waking up. I feel like I can't talk to anybody. If I do, I would just be bothering others with unnecessary problems. I'm trapped. My thoughts are suffocating me. My life has been spiraling out of my control and there's nothing I can do to fix it. Nobody seems to care about what I think. My so-called friends think they know everything about me when they know nothing. My parents don't even notice me and the rest of my family dismisses me as being over-dramatic. The only thing I can do is to end it all by ending my life."
"If you think there's no solution, why did you call me?" I whisper, looking around if anybody could hear me.
"Huh?" The other person says.
"Why did you call me if you think there's no hope for you?" I replied. There was a pause that lasted so long I thought they had hung up.
"I-I don't know," The caller whispered. "I didn't."
"If you didn't, then why did you call some random stranger, telling them you are about to commit suicide?" I repeated.
"I-I really do not know," They said with a shaky breath.
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Short Story"Why did you call me if you think there's no hope for you?" "I-I don't know," The caller whispered.
