Air

Pain

I cant live like this anymore. I've tried stopping, but it just makes it worse.

I took a train to Waterloo Bridge. That was where I was going to do it. That was where I was going to die.The train stopped and I got off. There I stood, thinking about my family and friends. They seemed like strangers. I looked around. People seemed to glare at me like I was vermin. I put my feet onto the edge. I was nervous. I was scared. It would soon be over, I just needed to gather the courage to jump. A pair of hands took hold of my arms. " Don't do it ." It was a Nottingham accent. I didn't turn around. "Trust me."

A/N : this story is fiction. I have never smoked weed or attempted suicide! the next part 'Guilt' is coming soon!