Short chapter
TRIGGER WARNING. Schizophrenic voices, thoughts of suicide, actions of suicide.
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I was dangling my feet off the roof, looking down at the street lights and parked cars. The bright orange bottle of sleeping pills clutched tightly in my hand. The tears streaming down my cheeks as the dangerous and psychotic voices rattled my skull like rocks. My phone sitting next to me on the concrete ledge. I wanted to call someone, but didn't want to. The voices told me not to. They felt like physical beings. Pushing me. I hadn't held on for long. I had been falling at the seems and I just couldn't pull myself together. Not even for Tyler. I opened the container, dumping almost the whole thing in my hand. About twenty at the most. I kept crying. Just sobbing. I clutched them in my hand as I lifted them to my mouth, swallowing almost all them whole. The voices still rattling in my head. Thinking, it will all be over soon.
But just as I realized. It will all be over soon. I sobbed harder, happy and terror mixed in. I picked up my phone, dialing Tyler's number. I put it up to my ear. He answered immediately. I hadn't noticed till now how hard it is to understand a sobbing girl.
"Tyler, i'm sorry, I took them and I just couldn't take it. I couldn't hold on," I blabbed to the phone, my throat was tight. I was lucky any air was entering my lungs.
"Baby, where are you?" He asked. He tried to stay calm, but even I knew he was falling apart, and he couldn't hold it in much longer.
"I'm on top of the building," I said it without thinking. I shouldn't have told him.
"Don't jump, baby, please. I'll be there soon," he said, ending the phone call. I felt like falling. Like everything was moving and I was just so foggy and sleepy. I knew why, and to me, it was bliss. I smiled as everything came in slow. Just the scenery fogging my memory as I closed my eyes and laid back on the gravel top. Letting my feet still dangle off the ledge. Feeling my blood fall to my feet as everything faded into a foggy black color, and everything was great.
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This isn't the end! I promise!
Stay alive, friends. |-/
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