Suicide Hotline || Grayson Dolan

One.

•I ran, and ran, and ran until my legs felt weak and I could no longer hold myself up. I sat there in an unfamiliar place crying my eyes out, all alone. I held the rope in my hand and tied it to the swing pole in a children's playground and put my head into the loop I had just created.

1...2...3...

I woke up with a jolt and a bead of sweat rolled down the side of my face. I breathed heavily and I switched on the light as I tried to recover from the traumatic nightmare that I had just experienced. At least I now know that those times are over, at least they nearly were...

A few months ago was when it started to get better. I used to be suicidal, sad and severely bullied. I have to admit, it was the shittiest time of my life.

However, it's sorted out now, I am fine, for the most part, but I occasionally get reminded of my close past and it has me feeling exactly the way I used to feel everyday.

Because of that time I realised that I was not the only one going through what I was going through.

So I signed up for a suicide hotline...

Not for help, but to help other people out, people with similar issues that I used to have.

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I opened the large metal doors of Wildwhitch High School and walked through the crowded hallways of what I considered a 'living hell.' I met up with my friends Lizzy, Joey and Kenz. I considered them as my closest friends, except I had absolutely nothing in common with them. Other than Kenz, that is.

First class was math. I sat at the back, like I did in every class and got on with what I had to do. None of my friends were in any of my classes. None of them at all.

The day went on as usual until I got back home and proceeded to start my hour of calls on the hotline. A few calls came through. However, one of the calls, amongst many ordinary ones, stood out from the others.

Me: "Hello, welcome to the Hotline, how may I help you?

Caller: Hi, I need some help please.

Me: No problem, would you mind me asking your name?

Caller: Its, uh, Grayson... Grayson Dolan.

I don't know where from but that name sounded extremely familiar, almost as if I had heard it somewhere before.

Me: Alright, now how can I help?

Caller: Recently, I have been through a lot of things, at home mainly, and it has left me feeling, well, unwanted. I don't know what to do.

Me: Would you mind me asking what has been happening at home?

Caller: It's my dad...

I talked to this 'Grayson' guy for a long time trying to sort out his problems and helping him as much as I could.

I swear I have heard his name somewhere before...

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Hi guys,

Sorry if this chapter is bad I was just trying to introduce the story!
I'm not sure how long this will be and how frequently I will update but I am on vacation so I will hopefully have lots of time to write.

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Jess Xx