Tumble (Drarry)

3

Harry Potter

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The ringing is giving me a headache.

It's painful, but I have to do this.

I did say earlier that I don't want to take people's time, but they're getting paid for this, right?

"Hello, my name is Sean and this is the Suicide Hotline for Northern London. How may I help you?"

I can't do this. No way. I need to hang up.

I reach for the red button on the telephone but Sean speaks before I can touch it.

"Hello?"

Sean had a nice voice. It was calming and deep. It sounded like a whale.

"Oh, yes. Sorry. Uh. I just w-wanted to talk to someone."

"Well, here I am. Are you feeling suicidal?"

"Yes."

"Are you planning on committing suicide today?"

"Not anymore I don't think. I tried earlier but it took too long."

"Are you taking any medications?"

"Uh.. Duloxetine, Escitalopram, Quetiapine Fumarate, and Anafranil."

"For what disorder are you taking Quetiapine for?"

"Schizophrenia."

"Sir, I would recommend you to go to a nearby hospit-"

click

I hang up.

I can't do this.

You know, maybe Sean is right...

First aid is open 24 hours.

What time is it anyway?

2:00.

Great.

Might as well get ready I suppose.

Who am I kidding.

It won't do any difference.

I'll still look dead no matter what kind of mask I put on.

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A/N: This chapter sucks :(