A/N
Suicide is a real problem and is very serious. I have struggled with suicidal thoughts and I'm still struggling with depression. If you ever get those thoughts then please get into contact with someone. I will gladly help you with your issues if you need me.Darkness.
That is all there is around me. Just darkness. I flip the light on and clutch the blade I had hid. This was my time to go, and no one could say otherwise. Every day is pure hell, and those assholes who act like they're my friends are liars.
I bring the blade to my arm and make a small cut. I wince at the pain but continue. I carve the word "darkness" into my right arm.
I hear my phone buzz and see who just messaged me. It's my father who couldn't give a fuck about happens to me. I turn my phone off and lift the blade up again, only to drop it when my door is kicked in.
A boy steps in and I freeze. He has dark brown hair and tan skin. His eyes are a light brown and his hair is a medium length. He was wearing some black T-shirt with a band called "My Chemical Romance" on the front. He has on dark jeans, black converse, and a beanie.
"Who are you?" I ask, pointing the knife towards him. He laughs and steps forward, pushing the knife to the side with a finger.
"The question should be, what are you doing?" He swipes the knife from me and throws it to the side. He's about my height, which is 5'10. I growl and turn my back to him.
"Why do you care?" I growl, and I clench my fists in frustration. No one gave a shit before, and why should they now? On top of that, I don't even know this guy.
"Because I've been where you are. I know your pain, and today at school I saw a glint in your eye...a pained one that said it will be over soon...and I had to stop you." A tear falls from his right eye and my hand shoots up to wipe it away. I mentally punch myself and look down at the floor in embarrassment.
I feel his hand tilt my chin up and he makes me look him in the eye. I get a fluttering feeling in my stomach and he removes his hand.
"Listen up, because I'm not going to repeat this. No matter how much you struggle, or how much you get hurt, someone out there cares. You may not know it, but they do. If I hadn't gathered the courage to come talk to you then you would be gone, and I never would have made a single friend. So if you ever think about doing this again, send me a text." He hands me a slip of paper with a group of numbers on it, his phone number.
I read the name beside the paper and smile. I look up to see him walking out and a genuine laugh comes from me.
"Thank you, Eren."
"No prob, Tobi."
A/N
NYA! First chapter of my new book! I'm hoping that people will read this and this chapter was short for a good reason. This was just to introduce our two main characters/bisexual potato wedges! Tobias and Eren. One more guy will be introduced soon, and he will be the third main character of the story. Until next time, goodbye my Readers!
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Darkest Secrets
FantasyTobias hates everything and everyone. He has failed at his many attempts of suicide and no one cares. That is until he makes a friend out of the mysterious boy he breaks into his house to stop him. This isn't the strangest thing that happens though...