I placed a piece of paper against the brick wall of my "house", holding it up with my palm, and scribbling down my final thoughts.
Dear Ryan (And anybody else who made the dumb choice of caring about me), I'm sorry, but I have to go. My parents are waiting for me, and I can't let them down any more than I already have. I didn't want to leave you in the dust like that, but it's for the best... It's not your fault, please do not jump to conclusions. I love you.
~JessI wasn't even sad... I had no emotion. My facial expressions remained as still as rocks, in a cold, numb state.
I never hesitated as I strapped my sweater around my neck and pulled vigorously, but it had only a small affect on me...
"Why can't I just die without intervention?" I sighed.
This is so dumb... Why do I have to live?
But I wasn't giving up quite yet.
I wrapped my sweater around a gutter of a nearby building, tied a knot in the sleeves, stood on a trash can, and stuck my head through the new hole I created.
Crash.
Pain.
Darkness.
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I woke up to a fuzzy... thing, who was rubbing its cheek against mine.
That cat from before...?
I opened my eyes, and fair enough, there laid the young tabby, sleeping against my partially bloody head.
As I continued observing my surroundings, I noticed my sweater hanging from the gutter, knot in the arms undone.
I almost wished it would've worked. Guess I'm living, still.
"Hey, fella. What are you doing here?" I asked with a scratch of its head.
No response.
I'm talking to a cat. I am freaking insane. I miss talking to people without a struggle... I miss talking with Ryan...
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Please Don't Set My Heart Aflame
Teen FictionMy name is Jessica. Jessica Laylee. I'm nothing special. I'm not that "cool kid" you see around school with a ton of friends. I'm not hated by everyone, either. I'm a nobody. Nothing more to it. Always have been, and always will be. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...