Help Me

Chapter One

A chilly breeze ripped through me, my thin hoodie barely keeping me warm. My thoughts were running wild and I just needed to shut them up for good. Anyway no one would miss me.

Eventually, my feet made their way to a bridge. This wasn't the outcome I was hoping for, but it was the one that got handed to me.

Edging myself closer, to the bridge's railing. Maybe my thoughts could finally shut the fuck up. Slowly I started to climb the railings, the wind feeling a little bit chiller up here.

Perching myself on top of the railing, a death grip clasping onto the railing beside me. This was it, the end was near. My thoughts would finally shut up, finally.

In the distance, I could hear a car starting to approach where I was perching. Contemplating if I really wanted this all to end. If the car stopped and people started to approach me I would jump, but if they carried on like nothing was happening I would carry on sitting here.

It was surprisingly peaceful sitting here, on this railing. Watching. Listening, letting the cold breeze wrap itself around my body. The car that I had heard a minute before, screeched to a halt just near from where I was sitting.

"Shit…" I muttered under my breath, someone must really want me dead. Slowly taking my last breath, I let my body collapse into the dark void below.

The stench of latex filled my nostrils, was this how death smelt? If it was, the smell was disgusting. My eyes were tightly shut together, I didn't want to be alive still.

The sensation of being dragged back, over the railings and onto the floor, was a weird one. One that I didn't exactly want, I wanted to be in the dark void below, falling to my death.

This was the total opposite of what I had wanted.

Someone started to pat me down. My body was still in shock from being captured, that I didn't even react. That was unusual for me because I would've put up a pretty good fight under different circumstances.

I guess whoever 'saved' me thought I would lash out or something, because someone was pinning me down quite firmly to the ground.

The cold metal of handcuffs were slapped onto my wrists, clearly I wasn't fucking dead. My captors didn't speak at all, which annoyed me further. At least speak to me, because I wanted to know why they stopped me from killing myself.

I still had my eyes squeezed tightly shut, I didn't want this to be real. At least if I was kidnapped I still had the possibility of dying.

I felt something slip onto my head, so finally I opened my eyes. Only to be consumed into darkness… again.

Someone lifted me to my feet. I was surprised they could lift me so easily. Maybe I was lighter than I had expected… no time to dwell on that now though, the real issue here was that I was still being kidnapped. Against my will. Actually wasn’t that the whole point of kidnapping… oops.

Being dragged towards the vehicle, well I am guessing it was the vehicle they stopped in. I am also guessing it was a vehicle as I couldn't exactly see anything. This was the last thing I had wanted to happen, when I walked out of my house this evening. Dying. Quite possibly was on the agenda. Kidnapped. Certainly wasn't.

Whoever was dragging me, picked me up and they put me down in what I was assuming was a seat. Feeling a tightness on one of my legs, and then the other. I'm guessing they just cuffed me to whatever I was sitting on. Fair enough I wouldn't trust me too.

Hearing a slam of a door, and feeling the vibrations of the engine coming to life. We were moving, moving ever so closer to my fate, wherever and/or whatever that might be.

How did I even end up in this position in the first place, well I know how I did… my suicidal thoughts ended me up here. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. I had been feeling like shit for years now, it had just gotten to a point where I couldn't see any way out anymore.

My parents in the beginning were supportive of me, and tried to get me as much help as possible. Sending me to therapists after therapists, you name it they tried. To be honest I tried for a good year and a bit, but it wasn't helping at all so I gave up. I didn't put in the work, I didn't talk in my sessions anymore. I stopped taking my medication and let my life fall to shit. My mum and ma gave up. Their marriage was also starting to fall apart because of me, constant arguments.

They never divorced though. It just got to much today and I decided it was my time to finally leave their lives so they don't have to deal with a suicidal, non independent adult. Just the other month I turned 18, the worst day of my life haha….

The car, or whatever vehicle I was in, came to a stop. Knowing we had reached wherever the destination was because the engine had been turned off. 

This could now either mean life or death. Torture or execution. I was hoping for the latter on both.

The door opened, this was it.

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