Incomplete | My Suicide Buddy

Prologue

I wrote this story when I First started writing, I was not serious at ALL when I wrote this. This story isn't one of those hilarious parodies, it's a genuinely terribly structured story. Try reading some of my more recent and better stories.

He walked up to the Brooklyn bridge. He jumped up on the rail. He glanced at the city lights, taking in every light he could see. Beautiful he thought. Too bad he would never be able to see the lights of New York again. His life was a mess. He didn’t want to face it anymore, he just wanted to everything to end. He knew this was a coward move, but it was the only option left. No, let him correct that, it was the only sensible option he felt that was right. He loved his life before everything happened, but it was his fault for where he stood today, he was too lazy in the beginning, he thought he could be lazy, then he could worry about things later in life when he had to face them, when things came to him, to get him, he chickened out, he didn't know what to expect or do. Though, he didn’t realize the consequences of his foolish actions, so here he was; standing on the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge, glaring at the city lights that were far ahead of him, and he was lost in his thoughts.

He glanced at the water that was surprisingly, calm this wintery night down below. He took a deep breath. He counted backwards, he decided ten was a good number to start his countdown to jump and plummet to his doom, or as he referred to; his freedom. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3,-

His counting was cut off by a slurred voice. ”Hey! Suicide, huh? Yeah! I’ve tried that before, not a good idea! I failed about five times before I gave up!” It was a girl who looked to be about his own age, twenty- three years old.  She was wearing a grin on her face, which made her look like she had no care in the whole entire world.

She felt so free. She was sitting on the edge of the old bridge, just as she did almost every day. She had a bottle of vodka in her hand, half full. It was true what she had said, she had tried suicide before, it never worked, some idiot would save her, or she would just wake up and discover she’s not in the arms of Satan or the clouds of heaven. She loved the idea of escaping her ugly truth of reality, she was a broken one, drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

He glanced at her and decided to pay no attention. He had a mission to complete after all. He started counted down again. 5, 4, 3-

A certain little drunken lady spoke up, once again. “So, how many times have you tried?” She was getting whoozier and whoozier by every second that passed by. Every gulp, she took, she felt as if an pure bliss was being poured down her throat.

He glared at her. He was getting irritated now, he just wanted to commit suicide in peace! Is that so damn much to ask?! Nothing more could infuriate him more. He wasn’t angry, no, just annoyed.

She was just staring at him, blankly just as he was glaring at her. “What?” she questioned. She blinked at him. He stared at her, nothing but irritation showing in his eyes. “Shut up.” He spoke with a smooth tone. It took a few moments to register what he had said, after she did, she started giggling like a maniac. He just stood there, motionless, staring at the girl in front of him, she was wasted. Well, her problem not mine, he thought.

He was about to jump off the huge, metal bridge, just to be interrupted, again. “Well, I’m done with this bottle,” with that she chucked the bottle into the street. “so, mister…grumpy! I will call you grumpy! You know that carebear? Yeah, that one!” He was ready to jump off, he jumped in the air, but he did not make it to the water, his foot slipped on the frozen snow and he fell backwards. He muttered a curse and got back up, only to see the obnoxious girl laughing at him. He started walking towards the street, but not before glaring at the girl. He saw a car approaching, great, he thought.

She saw the grumpy carebear fall to the ground, she couldn’t laughing. Her grumpy carebear got up and walked toward the street, where a car was coming toward him. She didn’t want him to be alone so, she ran up to him, and flung her arms around his neck, and clung to him.

He saw her coming towards him, she jumped on him! He tried to pry his own personal vine girl off, but she was holding onto him as if she was clinging on to her life! He was still working on trying to pry her her arms off him, but just then the car made contact with both of them. The both rolled over the hood of the car and fell on to the wet road.

His last thought was Holy shit! Before the two indifferent individuals fell into unconsciousness.

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Author's Note!!! :P

Hello, people! Ok, so this is a little something that popped into my head while I was day dreaming or something, so I came up with the idea of this story! Oh, plus this story is kinda based off on a movie, it has some parts thaat are simlar, but the things they do, are kind of different. And, no this story is not some deppressing one, it might have some parts like that, but no, the aim for this story is not to depress my readers! I promise this story will get better! Give it a chance?

Comment! Enjoy!

Peace!! :D