(Y/n) stood on the edge of a rooftop, the harsh wind whipping her (h/l) (h/c) hair all over my tear streaked face. Everyone was going on with their lives, going into shops, eating at restaurants, coming from their jobs, or just going home. She used to pray for the normal life they held, now, she never would.
(Y/n) took a deep breath, shuffling her feet closer to the edge. She teetered nervously on the concrete, chipped, gum stained edge. It was only nine o'clock and (Y/n) was getting the courage to jump.
Why you may ask?
Now, before you start, please do not give me that cheesy crap where they say, 'Oh don't do it, you have so much to live for, think of your future.' (Y/n) had heard ALL of it, the guidance counselors at school, the teachers, the adults. She was absolutely sick of it. Now, listen to (Y/n)'s story.
(Y/n) was depressed.
That's all she needed to say. That was her story. From the time her parents had divorced, her father abandoning her, her best friend dying of mysterious causes and her inattentive mother losing her mind slowly, every single day... That was all there was to say... Tonight, she will have finally escaped, and tonight, she will end it.
Her name is (Y/n), (M/n), (L/n), and tonight- she is going to take her own life.
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I am alone, and I will always will be.
~(Y/n) (L/n)
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Imperfectly Perfect {Donatello X Reader}
Fanfiction{DISCONTINUED} (Y/n) (L/n) has always been alone. From being a lonely child that never seemed to connect with children of her age, the separation of her parents, and the gradual decline of the mental health of her dear mother, she has only had herse...
