Suicide Attempt

Time to be the hero

It had been a long and stressful day for me. The coffee shop was super busy and I had to deal with so many idiots. Going to Suga's place will be relaxing. He'll probably get me to watch pitch perfect with him, again. I've seen it about 6 times and that's not including the many times Suga has made me sit down and watch it with him. I pulled up into the buildings carpark, pulling out the spare keys for his apartment. What I hadn't noticed was the police car and firetruck parked outside the front on the main road. I also hadn't noticed the smoke coming out of the building until I heard screaming.

"No! My baby's up there" I heard a woman bellow and I threw my head up to look at where the smoke was coming from. Almost all of the top half of the building was set aflame.

"What?!" I panicked, only because Suga's apartment was the 3rd one from the top.

"That bastard!" I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back the fact that I was freaking out. I didn't even have to think, I just ran. I ran past the policemen and firemen, causing them to yell out to me.

"Hey! Lady! Don't go up there!" I heard them warning me but I ignored it. I had my priorities, and I wasn't going to let that priority die, not today. I couldn't take the elevators though, they were malfunctioning, so I had to take the stairs.

"Honestly, why couldn't he live closer to the ground?" I thought, trying to take my mind off the fact that he might already be dead. I felt like it took me forever to reach his floor, my feet ached within my shoes and my breathing was faint, not only because of the running, but it was also because of the amount of smoke that hung around in the air on this floor. It was thick and getting thicker by the minute. I had to act fast.

"SUGA! You selfish bastard! Open the door!" I screamed, smashing my fist upon the wooden door. But when there was no reply, I took a few steps back, getting ready to smash the door down.

"If you're by the door, I'd get back if I were you!" If he could hear me, I had to give him a warning. I took in one last deep breath of fresh air and pushed myself forward, knocking the door straight off the hinges. There was fire everywhere. The curtains burning like paper, pictures on the walls were melting and the roof began falling apart.

"Suga! Where are you?!" I called out, coughing in the process. I could feel my lungs filling with smoke and it felt like they were almost being set on fire. Still, there was no reply from him. I could barely see anything and I couldn't stay for long, otherwise I was probably going to die here too. Then it came to me.

"His music room!" I whispered to myself as I dashed over to it. Considering I knew his apartment like the back of my hand, I didn't need to see.

"Suga!" I screamed, banging on the door. It was locked, of course it would be locked. If I wanted to kill myself, I would lock the door too.

"God damn you!" I screamed in my head as I knocked the door down. Instantly, I saw him. He was passed out in his chair. His bed was almost all out of fabric to burn, the flames almost wanting to consume Suga's unconscious body. His head lay on the desk in front of him and his fingers were barely holding onto a 2b pencil as his warm hand weighed down on a piece of folded paper. I slightly laughed out of irony.

"You idiot! No ones gunna be able to read your suicide note anyway, because it'll be burnt up with the rest of your crap!" I laughed and growled both at the same time as I pulled at his body. I began to cough even more and I was starting to feel dizzy, but I shook my head and tried to ignore it. I felt tears streaming down my face, the sudden realisation that he really wanted to die was hitting me hard.

"Why are you so heavy!?" I coughed out the question as I picked him up bridal style. I also grabbed the piece of folded paper before I continued to try and hold onto him. It was hard, but I managed to carry him.

"If we survive, I'm seriously going to thank Kookie for the exercise sessions" I said, I felt like I was talking to myself though and I knew I was. He was out cold, or should I say "out warm" because of the fire?

By the time I got us halfway down the buildings stairwell, there were fireman coming up the stairs to rescue other civilians in the building. One of them took Suga from my arms. I didn't want him to, because I was perfectly okay to carry him. But I decided to let the guy help Suga and I get out of the building.

Unfortunately, by the time we got out onto the streets, I had also began to pass out from the amount of smoke I had inhaled. My body hit the concrete with force, causing some grazing and some future bruising. Before I was completely out of it, I felt someone pick me up. They were obviously very strong and somehow they seemed familiar to me. But I couldn't open my eyes and my mind was slowly fading into a world of darkness. Before I knew it, I was out cold.