Rooftop - Lashton

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(A/N THIS WHOLE STORY COULD BE EXTREMELY TRIGGERING - PLEASE DON'T READ IT IF YOU THINK YOU COULD BE TRIGGERED - P.S PM ME IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO... LOVE YOU)

Chapter 1:

I looked down, the city lights twinkling and the busy traffic a heavy blur, my curly mess of hair flew back and my teeth chattered, my body shuddering from the strong, cold wind. I took a deep breath and took in my surroundings, the night sky consuming me with it's darkness.

My heels bounced in excitement, steadily on the building's rooftop, my toes hanging slightly over the edge. What a beautiful way to die, under the stars, my body flying in the wind, all under my control, all me.

All I could think about is how great it feels, to be mere seconds away from an end to all my pain. I felt so ready, slowly closing my eyes I began to count to three.

"One...

Two...

Th-"

"Oh um shît sorry"

I gasped in shock, stumbling slightly, too close to the edge. I managed to regain my balance and took a large step away from the edge, turning towards whoever interrupted me.

Standing at the roof top entrance was a tall boy, blonde hair styled into a quiff and piercing blue eyes, he looked at the ground, awkwardly chewing on his lip ring.

"I-I uhh I'm sorry - I didn't mean to uh... interrupt you? Should I um wait or I can find a different building - god i'm sorry" he quickly stuttered out, the blush on his cheek evident under the dim lamps lining the roof top.

"No, no it's uh fine, I guess? Um wait for what?" I awkwardly responded.

"Until you're.. you know.. done, dead I mean, oh no uh.. I'll just wait and go after you" he rushed.

"Oh, i'm sorry I should've guessed, this is one of the most popular roof tops for suicide hahahah" I laughed, instantly regretting my decision to make a joke in this situation.

"You don't say"

We both spun round, our eyes landing on the boy who just spoke, having climbed the ladder to the building, a beanie balanced on his head of brown hair.

"Oh are you, um..."

"Yup" he said, scratching his head, an uncomfortable expression plastered across his face.

"Great... A FUCKÌNG QUEUE"

Now we all turned to the same entrance the blonde boy came through, standing behind the blonde was a boy with vibrant, spiky black hair, impatiently tapping his foot, hands on his hips.

No one spoke, and after about a minutes silence the black haired boy started laughing.

"Wait.. seriously???" He managed, in between his laughter.

The rest of us looked at each other awkwardly, and then I timidly nodded.

The black haired boy smirked.

"Oh well isn't this lovely, 4 suicidal freaks meeting on a rooftop like this... so who's first?"