Suicide Hotline One shot competition

Noah- One phone call

For so long, Noah has been suicidal.

A broken boy with a demonic mind. Cruel shadows that follow his footsteps, every second of the day. Having his Mother murdered, a father gone and his girlfriend fucking his best friend, it doesn't take long to realize why he might be broken and lost.

He stared at his phone. The number shining brighter than the icons. The green button waiting to be pushed.

Earlier today, he couldn't help but notice the Hotline for Teens on the school website. The school has been covered with the Hotline for Teens number. They supposedly 'help' out when you need it.

Before, I never would have called this number, I didn't think I needed help, but, the urge to tell someone how I am and the demons I have to face, I just felt spitting out right over the phone.

My finger hovered over the call button, I took a deep breath and decided to give in.

Ring

Ring

Ring-

"Hello this is the Hotline for Teens, how can I help you?"

"Well I have wanted to kill myself... for a while,"

"Noah?!"

I nearly choked. How does she know my name?

"How do you know my name?"

"Your Noah, the really popular guy from school? It's Violet,"

Great. She knows I am suicidal and she knows my name. She might tell somebody. I can't do this.

"Oh okay, bye,"

I have to hang up.

"Wait! Don't leave,"

She made me stop for a second. Something about her voice was, soothing with urgency.

"Why?"

I want to know.

"Because I don't want you to die."

I hung up. What she said made my breath hitch, my heart stop, and my stomach sink. Never had I had someone care for me. This was the first.

My eyes stayed concentrated on my phone. She knows me and my problem, but she cares.

I shook my head.

It is a part of her job to care. Give advice.

But.

Maybe she does care. Maybe she doesn't want me to die.

I thought for a moment, before falling beneath my bed.

That night, I fell asleep thinking about Violet. And in a long time, my mind was at ease.