HBC One-Shots

It's gonna be okay

!Suicide attempt!Self Harm!

You were standing on a bridge.
The bridge near your hometown.
The bridge that leads over the river you loved so much.
And you still do.
That's why you decided that it should end in the river.

You walk over the bridge for one last time, your hand wandering over the railing.
It was a Sunday night. You often were here so you knew that there weren't many cars or people walking around.
You swing one leg over the railing and climb over so that you'd fall if you let go.

You close your eyes and enjoy the soft breeze. Probably the last one you'll feel. You cry. That's what you did your whole life.
Because of school, because of your family, because of your job. It was too much and now you couldn't anymore. It was enough.

"You'll never be like Amelie"

"You're not my daughter!"

"You're a disgust!"

"Why aren't you like your sister?!"

"No one will ever love you!"

"Just look at you"

You sob by the flashbacks.
At first you didn't listen to them, didn't care what they said but it was getting hard after three years.
Nobody in school liked you, your family hated you after your outing and kicked you out some months after. You tried to get your life together again and you nearly got it but it wasn't better at work.
You had manipulative colleagues and an always horny boss who kept on trying to flirt with you or some of the other women. They only thought that you slept with him to get your job and more money but you didn't.

You hated him.
You hated them.
You hated your family.
You hated your life.

By thinking of all that you don't notice that a car pulled up behind you until you hear a voice.

"That's deep." You look to your left and see a woman with shoulder length, brown hair standing there and leaning against the railing. She was looking down into the water.
"Who are you? And what do you want?" She smiles.
"I'm George and you?"
"That doesn't matter."
"Maybe it doesn't but I'd like to know..."
"Y/n" You look at her again.
"My name's Y/n." "Beautiful name."
You shrug with your shoulders.

"And what do you want?" "Nothing." You laugh sarcastically.
"Well then you can leave me alone...?" She doesn't say anything.
"Okay you can't. Guess that means you try to hold me back now."
"No."

"I don't try to hold you back. I just need someone to talk but if you want you're free to go." She gestures down with her hand.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"My life." You laugh.
"What is this? Reverse psychology?" "No" she smirks.

"But if you don't want to talk..." she turns back to her car. "Wait!" You yell. "You can tell me whatever you want. I can't tell anyone if I'm dead. But only if you promise me to leave me alone then?" She nods and walks back.
"Hold this distance." You warn. "Okay..." "So?"

"Have you ever had this feeling that- not that you felt empty or wanted to end it but that you were close to feel it. You feel something and you feel that this empty feeling is coming soon but it isn't there yet. And you have no where to feel like home...?"
"I have this feeling way too often."
"And why?"
"My family hates me, everybody hates me, I hate myself, I hate my life, I want to die and now leave!"
Your tears fall down your cheeks.
"No I won't leave you here!" "Why?" "Because I can't."
"No because you don't want to feel the fault when I die. The fact that you didn't help me." You cry out.
"Please Y/n" you shake your head and let go with one hand.