Suicide Hotline ▶ Calum Hood [complete]

one ☎︎ suicide hotline

calum pulled at his hair, tears running down his face. "where is it!" he yelled, pulling sheets off of his bed, tearing through the books on the shelves, etc.

he couldn't find his phone, especially when he needed it most.

1-800-273-8255 was the number he needed to dial, and he needed it fast.

"please, give me my phone." he whispered to no one in particular before he heard a buzz coming from his bathroom. there, he thought to himself.

rushingly, he snatched his phone from the bathroom counter before dialling in the number he memorised by heart.

the number only took a few rings before someone picked up -- someone who had experienced attempted suicide before. someone who could help.

"hello, i'm winnie." the feminine voice spoke, calming calum down rather fast.

"h-hello. i'm cal-calum." he sobbed, squashing in between a bed side table and a clothes dresser as if it was a place to hide -- to get away from the pitiful world that calum was ashamed to love.

"hello calum. how are you today?" winnie softly said, using her practice speeches. she knew that she shouldn't ask what was wrong as that might trigger something, so she instead has a conversation.

"i feel like shit." straightforwardly, he said.

"well that's no way to go, is it cal?" the use of his nickname made him smile.

"no, no definitely not. at least i don't believe so." his smile flipped back into a frown.

winnie already loved the sound of his voice, although she did love every other pubescent boy's voice that called in.

"well cal, how old are you? i'm seventeen." winnie said, leaning back into the comfort of her computer chair.

"funny, i am too." calum exhaled.

"so-" she was cut short by calum, who had said: "you know what fucking sucks?"

she hummed in response before calum brought his thoughts to speech, "this world. this tragic son of bitch world that we are forced to live in. you know there's so many pretentious, self centred, egotistical pricks out there who just assume they're better than you? fucking hell they're just so... immature! they can't not bully me. make me feel so down about who i am. i can't even love myself after what they say. and it hurts, winnie! it really hurts!" he cried.

winnie nodded. "calum. what do they say about you?"

cal's usually lively brown eyes are lifeless- just a dull circle of a dark brown.

"they tease me about my sexuality. 'oh look at this bisexual loser! ha, gay.'" he said. "they also say how i'm a broke asian- even though i am not asian."

winnie cursed under her breath, this is exactly what happened to her. sexuality and racial teasing.

a moment of silence passed through the already ten minute phone call while calum had a terrible frown on his face, tears silently falling from his eyes. it hurt winnie to hear the almost silent 'help's come from his mouth.

"calum?" she asked. he didn't answer, so she continued anyway. "if you're okay with who you are, why do you let them get to you? if you're happy with being bisexual then there's no point in letting them telling you any different." 

he sucked in a breath before letting it out, "because they make it seem so bad."

winnie shook her head. "i understand exactly. i, too, am a character of bisexuality. and funnily enough i experienced the same thing. the only you can do is ignore them - they're most likely jealous that you had the guts to come out and they don't."

calum actually decided to take this advice, as she had said she had experienced it before.

"what about the poor asian thing?" he giggled. he shouldn't have, it was his problem. but he couldn't help it.

her serious expression broke into a smile at the wonderful sound.

"again, ignore them. you're probably not even asian!" she exclaimed. "you're right! i'm not! i'm kiwi and scottish - two places i dearly love." calum budged in.

"exactly! so there is no need to worry, my darling." winnie assured calum. calum felt assured, and oddly, very happy.

"thankyou, win." he said.

she welcomed, explaining how it was no big of a deal. they were on the verge of ending the call, bidding goodbyes before calum had said one last sentence that changed her day.

"i do hope you know you saved a life tonight. you really did. thankyou." was all he said before she heard the familiar ending tune.

and, nevertheless, she was happy. she was grateful. she had saved a life.

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i hope you guys are liking this story so far! i, surprisingly, am.

p.s! if you ever do need to call suicide hotline, here is the actual number: 1-800-273-8255. please do not let it go unnoticed. someone can support you ♡

- australiahns