A/N: WARNING!!! This could be trigger full to some people. If this could trigger you towards suicide DO NOT READ!!!!!!!!! I REPEAT, DO NOT READ. Life is a thing we should cherish. Some people might have different opinions of it, but this is my view of it.
Based: Not really based in the series. Kinda like an AU of sorts.
Requested by: HeavensMaiden
Sorry if it's bad
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End it. End it all.
There's no point.
I mean. We're all going to die anyway.
So what's the point of living.
There is no point.
No point at all.
Nobody cares.
Nobody.
End the pain.
Nobody cares for you.
The life I had.
Gone.
Stripped away from me.
No one.
No one left.
No one left to turn to.
So I turned to suicide.
My new best friend.
And now I'm going to end the pain.
Alone.
I get out of bed automatically, silently as to not wake my parents. I change into clothes and out of my pyjamas. I open my window and crawl out.
Nobody cares for you.
I land softly on the grass, listening to see if my parents woke up. They didn't.
It's not like they're going to miss you anyway.
I walk swiftly down the pavement, heading towards the woods and disappearing into the tree's.
Disappear forever.
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I stand a few feet from the edge of the cliff, staring into the churning waves of the ocean. I'm thinking. Usually when people are contemplating, whilst standing at the edge of a cliff it's about whether they should jump or not. Me? I'm thinking about the towns last suicide, wondering what he was thinking standing at the edge of the cliff I was about to jump off.
His name? Cole Brookstone. Most commonly referred to as 'The Suicide', when he was being talked about. He was bullied by a majority of the people in the school. When he walked down the hall, people always jeered at him, throwing paper and pieces of gum at him. He had no friends.
Even the teachers were mean to him. They would give him detention when he had done nothing wrong. Everyone hated him for no apparent reason.
We had talked sometimes. He was more of an introvert, keeping to himself, never making a single sound when he was being hurt. When he had talked to me, it was usually when I was helping him.
When the bullies went, I came out of the shadows and helped him up silently. I then picked up his belongings and helped out of the school door, usually supporting him, with his arm around my neck.
By then the pupils were already gone, so I walked him home, even though my house was in the opposite direction. I left him on his front doorstep with a wave, a smile and a quiet "Goodbye."
This went on for a while, and we kinda became sorta, friend people. We had small chats, usually me being concerned about his welfare and health. He always brushed me off, saying that I was overreacting and that I shouldn't worry my pretty, little self over him. I had always blushed at that comment and smiled shyly, saying a small, "Thank You."
But it seemed that everything I did for him was in vain, when he jumped off the cliff I was standing at the edge of.
It was when he jumped, that I had realised my liking for him. Not in a friend way, but in a kinda more than friends way. It kinda grew when we spent time together. I had just been to naive to realise it till it was too late to tell him. Typical.
