IMPORTANT: okay, so I'm editing this just now and I feel compelled to put this note in here right now.
1-800-273-8255 is the suicide hotline number if you ever need it. or if you ever need to talk to someone you can pm me.
also: every survivor of attempted suicide by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge realized about halfway down that all of their seemingly unfixable problems that led them to the decision to kill themselves - they all had a solution. Every single one of them.
Here is this: this comes from a coroner who uncovers and does autopsies on suicide jumpers from the Golden Gate Bridge: "it's not the immediate fall that kills them. It's the injuries, the broken legs, the broken arms, the ribs and hypothermia inducing water that make it impossible to swim. They think they are going for a quick death but are in for more pain and suffering before the end."
You don't even need a gun, you don't even need a pill. If you ever wanna die, fall in love and you'll get killed.
Olivia Sheldon
"I was told today I would get up here and I would talk about my last words, the last conversation I ever had with Randy Adderson, but I don't think I can. So instead I will describe what I saw in him, or every time I ever looked at him, to everyone."
"There was something so special about randy, you know? I can't quite put my finger on what it was, but he just had something...... this aura about him. He didn't care about labels or about what you thought of him, he was simply a boy from a town where everybody knew him. He was nice to all people, even when they didn't return the favor. He couldn't hurt a fly. I think he had the best heart in this town, and now we've lost him. We've lost him because I couldn't do anything. And I just want you to know, Randy, I didn't just lose a friend, but a second brother, and I would've stayed with you all night, had I'd known how to save a life."
(Nope, not funny...)
"S-so" I started breathing shakily and wiping the tears from under my eyes, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you. But if there is one thing I've learned from this it's that Some goodbyes start something in you, the kind of thing you are not meant to explain, you just know you have to solve on your own."
(Thanks to R.M. Drake on Instagram for that italicized quote above!)
A song started playing in the background, while everyone got out of their seats and moved to a cork board in the front where pictures of Randy were pinned, looking at them, touching them, smiling, remembering.
Our friends all ask me
The last time I saw you
And I smile and tell them
It's been a day or two
There's no way to explain it
The way that I miss you
And my love, you have left me
Indescribably blue
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Little Love ||Darrel Curtis / Outsiders FF||
Fanfiction❝ we loved with a love that was more than love. ❞ The one where a soc falls in love with a greaser.