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~ Popped like a balloon

TW: Attempted suicide, self-harm, Dead Character, suicide?

[Angst + Fluff] ~-~ [IRL]

  ▪︎ Word Goal: 1000
  ▪︎ !! NOT CANON !!

A/N: Ya know my other book? Yeah, this is one of the chapters deeply edited. And I thought you peeps would enjoy this so yea-

Also it's nearly October so you know what that means for us fanfictions writers~

Angstober!!!

... What were you thinking...?

Enjoy!

~ Tommy's POV ~

Lying down on the concrete floor, I stared at the bright stars. Each one glaring down at me, waiting for me to make a move. Yet I stayed still.

Noise from below hit my ears, cars. Even as it was early morning they were still out. Living there lives, either having the best or worst moment of their lives.

But only I knew I was having the worst moment of my life. No one else knows.

The streets lights brighten the streets, including the sidewalks I was soon to be found on. Dead.

I shivered at the cold air but I didn't care. Why should I care if I'm going to die anyway?

'02:41:01am'
'02:41:02am'
'02:41:03am'

The seconds ticked by.

I know what is going to happen today.
And no one can stop it from happening.

It needed to happen today. I needed it to happen.

No one from down below on the streets noticed me, a young teenage boy, on top of the 10 story building. No one noticed, no one could do anything.

It was perfect.

I knew that this had to be done.
My fate was in my hands.

I carefully took off my shoes, placing them neatly by the edge. I read if you find shoes,of a dead person, at the top of the edge of the building, it was a suicide. Some Japanese theory as someone else told him.

My light blue jumper came next, Wilbur gave it to me as a gift. He wanted to make me his mini self, including a bit of his fashion style. I always wore it for vlogs to show Wilbur I like it and to show people how awesome of a older brother I've got.

'Sad that's he's disappointed in you now.'

I next took off the bandages covering my arms, looking at all the scars laying across my arm. Each scar representing a different breakdown, another mistake I made.

I did that all by myself...

But did I regret it? No.

If I deserved it then I shall not regret it.

'02:42:11'
'02:42:12'
'02:42:13'

I stood up, the cold air freezing against my skin. The ledge was just beneath my feet, one small step and I go splat. I took a deep breathe, now or never. As every other attempt was stopped. Unknownly or purposely I do not know.

This was my only chance. To die? It's funny how many Fear death and death still happens to them unexpected.  But me? I seek death yet I am left make myself dead. No mugger or serial killer to end me.

Only me.

'Wait! Please don't do this! We have one last chance of life!'

I thought I'd gotten rid of the voices. Why are they back? Nevermind, if I just ignore it and everything shall go to plan.