The story of the scars

So close...

This was it I was gonna do it. I stood off of the edge of a 20 story skyscraper feeling the light breeze hit my back. I took one small step and put the letter meant for my mother in my back Jean pocket. I pulled up my sleeves revealing deep cut scars.Tears filled my eyes as I took in my last few minutes.

Hi my name is Sophia Sanchez and for the past 15 years of existing my life has been horrible. My mother, Megan Welsh, became an alcoholic when I was 3 years old. My father, Jacob Sanchez , killed himself right in my house living room while my 5 year old self watched in horror. I remember that night like it was yesterday.

I took a larger step and looked down. With tears running down my face I smiled and started crying hysterically in happiness. Just then I was grabbed so tight I could barely breathe and I heard the person holding me say "open the car door! Open the car door!". At that moment I realized who had grabbed me. It was Andrew!

He carried me all the way to his brothers car that had the back door opened and I started screaming to be let go. He shoved me in the backseat and locked the door and put it on childlock. "Sophia what were you thinking ? "Do you even realize the consequences of killing yourself ?", he said in a whiney and worried tone.