The Suicide Pact

Part 17: (Liam's POV)

I was sprinting faster than I ever had before. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it fast. I got closer and closer until I saw them. There were 4 people right by the guard rail. I stopped abruptly, sending water flying everywhere. Why were these people here? The reason why I came here was because this place is always deserted. 

"We know why you came here." A girl with blonde hair and grey eyes said. How did they know?

"We all came here to do it too," said a boy with black hair and green eyes. I walked a bit closer to them, clearly in confusion. 

"It's a long story, but we'll explain," said the blonde girl. They boy with the black hair spoke up first. 

"My name is Carter Brown, and I'm in eighth grade at West Side middle school." I scanned the group of people and noticed a familiar face. It was Mark. My heart sank with the sudden realization that I would have to confront him. Carter spoke up again. 

"My dad died a few years ago and my mom is emotionally unstable." At first I was unsure that I should talk to these people, but then I walked closer to them and waited for Carter to go on. 

"On a daily basis, I get bullied. Today, Jackson Smith tried to drown me in the school pool." Jackson did what!?  I knew that Jackson was a douche but I didn't know that he was that bad! 

"So that's why I came here today, to jump off of this bridge," Carter finished slowly. Emily shared her story next. 

"My name is Emily Sans and I'm in eighth grade at West Side middle school." When I looked at her, she looked familiar. She had ginger hair and blue eyes. 

"My mom makes me feel really depressed and I try so hard but she doesn't except me." Emily definitely didn't look like the kind of person to jump off of a bridge. 

"Sometimes, she makes me feel so depressed that I can't help it and I do this to myself." She rolled up her sleeves to reveal self inflicted cuts all the way up her arms. It was the worst I had ever seen in my whole life. It was so bad that I couldn't help but gasp. 

"I'm sorry," I stammered. "I don't mean to be rude." Emily nodded her head as if saying it was okay, and Mark was the next one to speak. 

"Wait Mark.." I said slowly. It was only then that he realized who I was. 

"Liam?" "You son of a--" I walked over to him and pulled some bills out of my pocket.

 "I think these belong to you," I said as I handed them to him. Mark began to tell his story, despite the fact that I already knew his name and what school he went to. 

"A few years ago I began selling drugs to support myself. The ironic thing is, I've never done drugs in my life." Wait.. Mark had never done drugs? This made me feel even worse for him because he was only trying to support himself. After that, Mark was silent and I assumed that he was done. The girl with blonde hair and grey eyes spoke next. 

"My name is Tabitha Sparks, and I'm in the eighth grade at West Side middle school." Wait..Tabitha? Isn't that Jackson's girlfriend? I thought to myself.  

"I know that everything doesn't seem bad for me, but it is." Why would a girl like Tabitha want to jump off of a bridge? She had everything that she could ever desire! 

"My parents find something to fight and argue about every damn day. Sometimes they forget that I'm even there or alive." She sighed before speaking again. 

"Today, when I tried to break up with Jackson, he shoved me into a locker and called me and ugly slut." Jackson was abusive in relationships too? What a surprise. 

"Well what about you?" Carter said, looking at me. I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. I thought. 

"My name is Liam Beckett and I'm in eighth grade at West Side middle school." Nobody said anything, as if wanting me to continue.

 "For a long time, I have been addicted to drugs." When I said that, it felt like there was a huge weight that had been lifted off of my shoulders. 

"Today, I went to buy drugs from Mark and I did something that I totally regret. At the time, I was high out of my mind on Shrooms so I ended up stealing from him. I'm so sorry Mark." I meant every word I said, and I hoped he believed it. 

"I just thought that there was no meaning in my life, so I came here." Maybe these people could be my friends. Before anybody could say anything else, we all saw a figure stumbling in the distance.........