A/N: This chapter will be in Cheyennes perspective and not in the notes. If you don't like it this way tell me. If you do like it tell me and I will do this and the notes.
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I rushed down the hallway to get to the exit. I pushed by students and ran by lockers. I didn't know why I would try this again. Try to be normal, but the truth is I'm not and I never will be.
The thought of going home and being back with my blade gave me the push I needed. I ran out into the fresh air and started walking home.
All the way home the voices bothered me. Insulting me, telling me all the things I already know. I started running. I ran and ran. I ran thinking maybe I could out run my problems and tears. I was wrong.
Wherever I went so did the voices, and wherever the voices are the pain is. It was a terrible game that I didn't want to play anymore.
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I stood on top of the Lincoln Bridge, looking at the blue water below. Dangerous looking rocks poked up from the rushing water.
I took a step forward, getting close to the edge. The gray cement someone taunting me to get closer. So I did. I got closer and closer until my feet were hanging of the edge.
"Hey," someone called out. "What are you doing."
I didn't answer, I just turned around to look at the caring citizen. There was a middle-aged man staring at me with cautious green eyes.
"Get down from there before you get hurt," he pleaded.
"Thats the point," I scoffed.
" Now don't do anything stupid," he said reaching out to me.
"Why do you care," I asked, curious to why this attractive middle-aged man cared about a not so attractive teenager.
He reached up to scratch his salt and pepper beard, as to think about the question.
"I'm not just going to let a person die, especially not like this," he stated.
I looked at him with a questioning gaze.
He's lying. Why would someone not want you to die.
Your a mistake he wants to get rid of you.
Do it. Jump.
The voices were out again. "Stop," I whispered.
"What," the man asked me.
"Nothing," I replied.
Jump. Jump. Jump.
The voices chanted.
"Come on get down from there," he said while gesturing for me to get down.
"Why don't you want me to jump," I asked.
"Because, you seem like a nice girl, your to young to die; have a whole life in front of you, why would I," he replied.
He's lying. Your not a nice girl. He wants you to die.
"Your lying," I said.
"Look just come down and you can talk to me," he smiled.
I lifted a hand up to wipe a tear away that I didn't know escaped from my eye.
I slowly got down from the side of the bridge and walked over to the man.
"Whats your name," he asked me.
"Cheyenne," I replied looking at the ground.
"Michael," he said, holding his hand out.
I took his hand and shook it.
What are you doing.
I quickly took my hand away and stepped back.
"I'll take you home," he said knocking me out of my thoughts.
I reluctantly nodded and followed him to his car.
I ducked into his grey mini van, stifling a laugh.
What are you laughing about. Stop.
I quickly stopped laughing and looked at the man. I told him my address and he quickly took off.
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When we pulled up to my house I quickly thanked Michael and got out of the car.
"Hey, don't get hurt now, you hear," he yelled out the window.
I faced him and nodded. Then walked up the brick steps to my cozy house.
Once I got through the door I ran up my stairs to my room. I quickly closed and locked my door and went to my secret blade stash.
I sat on my bed and started. The blade broke the skin and soon the voices where gone. I ran to the bathroom to wash my arm. I turned on the hot water and watched as it flowed down my arm, turning the clear water a light pink.
I went back to my room and threw on a long sleeve shirt.
My mom came in staring at me sadly.
"Do you wanna talk tonight," she asked.
I shook my head and crawled under my covers.
"I really do love you Cheyenne," she whispered before leaving my room.
I started crying. All the events of the past hour catching up to me. I almost did it just one mor step.
I thought about my mom asking me if I wanted to talk.
Talk. I laughed.
She doesn't understand. Talking involves breathing and some memories we would rather suffocate than let them come to the surface.
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A/N: See its longer!!! Yay.
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