When the sun was up and I could hear my parents outside my door walking passed getting ready for work I stayed in bed staring at the roof wondering if my parents ever actually worried about me and did it eat at them to not ask if I was okay and basically watch me wither away. " Have a nice day at work Mom and Dad." I said as I watched them get into their cars and drive off. I walked passed my mirror and looked at myself the bags under my eyes were becoming darker and my blonde hair was no longer golden really but I got an idea of how I would look if I was to die. I got in the shower and let the warm water hit my skin as Still by Daughter played and just thought i was all alone in the world so what was holding me back from just leaving this plane of existence and entering one where I'll probably just meet other people like me.
After my shower I sat on my toilet and started crying this was a norm for me because sometimes my thoughts would get to me and I would just break under the pressure of either the memories of when i was actually happy or just the loneliness I felt but eventually the part of me that broke would fix itself and I'd be ready for another day of torment. School wasn't bad I wasn't bullied or anything people just didn't seem to notice me at all I guess that was okay because I didn't want people knowing me because when i finally worked up the courage to leave I wouldn't want the entire school crying over me saying stuff like "they were close with me." or " She seemed so happy I wish I could've helped." Because I'd feel bad about leaving someone behind to miss me wishing they could've helped me in anyway possible.
As I walked to school I had no idea why but my heart felt heavy I guess today was going to be another one of those days I walked slow because in all honestly I couldn't find a reason to go because what good is it going to do me later on? I got to the parking lot across the street from my school and just stared at all the kids going in and thought they didn't know they were all going to all die none of them were immortal. " I can't do this anymore." I said as I turned around and headed to the abandoned building I went to whenever I felt the urge to end it all because I would rather decompose in that building rather than having a two person funeral. When I finally got to the building I looked behind me because I felt as if someone was following me the entire way but then again I was skipping school so my paranoia was understandable. I walked up the stairs slowly listening to music kinda just letting my thoughts consume me so when I finally got to the top of the building I wouldn't hesitate at all.
In the room I always went to whenever I would come here I listened to final minutes of my favorite album before stepping into the window sill and standing there looking at the ground because the fall would surely kill me the second I touched earth again. " Don't jump." a voice said from behind me I turned around and saw a kid he was about my age. " Who are you and how'd you know where to find me?" he got close enough to put his hand out and say " I'm Henry Dahmer and I've sorta been following you." I stared him his face was tan but hidden behind his shoulder length hair. " Well stalker boy I don't want you here to witness this." he was staring like he'd seen a ghost or something and said to me " Well suicide blonde why don't you come down and talk to me." his hand was out waiting for me to take it when I finally did he pulled me into him. " I'm Farrah Gacy yes like John Wayne." he chuckled maybe because I shared a last name with a famous serial killer. " I'm Henry Dahmer yes like Jeffery. I couldn't resist smiling back at him " Care to share why your thoughts on why you wanted to jump?" I pushed my hoodie off my head and told him my mind was a scary place. he simply responded with he was obsessed with murderers and the darker side to society try him. I couldn't lie to myself he was interesting " Your funeral lets go to the roof." he grabbed his bag and followed me the feeling he gave me I had never felt and he hadn't even done anything.
