I was absolutely shocked. There was a group of 5 people all by the railing. What are they doing here? I thought to myself. This place never had any visitors, which is why it was a good spot to jump. These were the most people that I had seen here in a long time.
"Don't be alarmed." A boy with brown hair said. Don't be alarmed? How can I not be?
"We all know why you're here." A girl with ginger hair said.
"You came to jump off of this bridge, just like the rest of us." A tall boy said. How did they know that?
"Listen, and we'll explain why we're here." A boy with black hair said. To be honest, I was more interested now. I limped closer to them, ready to listen. That same boy with black hair spoke first.
"I'm Carter Brown and I go to West Side middle school, along with everybody else here. A few years ago, my dad died, sending my mom into despair and she's never been the same. I'm always bullied and I can never figure out why. In fact, Jackson Smith attempted to drown me today in the pool." Wait Jackson? That's the same douche who called me a fat ass! Carter didn't say anything more, so the girl with ginger hair spoke next.
"My name is Emily Sans. My mom is a straight up asshole and is constantly yelling at me when I try so hard to not get on her nerves. She makes me feel super depressed." She rolled up her sleeves to reveal cuts going all the way up. I've seen a lot in my day, but what I was witnessing shook me to the core. She quickly rolled them down and said nothing more. The boy with the brown hair went next.
"I'm Mark Fletcher. Ever since I was young, my mom hasn't been around that much. In order for me to support myself, I sell drugs." Somebody as young as Mark selling drugs?
"I've never ever done them in my whole life either." What!? That's really hard to believe. After Mark came a girl with blonde hair and grey eyes.
"My name is Tabitha Sparks." Tabitha? I pretty sure she's popular. Why would she be here?
"My parents constantly fight and forget that I'm even there most of the time. I know everything seems okay, but not always," She tucked her hair behind her ears as a sign for the next person to share, which was the tall boy with dark hair.
"I'm Liam Beckett." Where have I seen him before? I think he's on the football team, I thought to myself.
"Since a few years ago, I have been addicted to drugs." How is he even on the football team?
"In fact, I was high out of my mind when I went to buy drugs from Mark." He stopped talking and they all looked at me. I guess it's my turn.
"My name is Charlotte Harrison and I also go to West Side middle school. My mom is an Alcoholic and beats me whenever she wants. Hence the black eye and limp," I said quietly.
"God I'm so sorry! That must be awful!" Said Liam in shock.
"I may or may not also have an eating disorder," I said quietly. We all sat in silence for a moment. The rain was still going hard. Carter broke the silence.
"Hey guys, I've got an idea." We all remained silent, waiting for him to go on.
"We all want to commit suicide right?"
"Yeah," We all said in unison.
"Let's make a pact. A suicide pact."
"A suicide pact?" Tabitha said, confused.
"What do you mean by that?" Mark said.
"If we all want to die so badly, then we should do it together."
"But how and where?" Emily said.
"We should do it in a place where everybody will see and they will finally know all the pain they have caused us," Liam said.
"Like the school?" Emily asked.
"Yeah I like that idea," Mark said, a smile growing on his face.
"We could jump off of the school roof." Emily suggested slowly.
"Yeah, considering that our school has like 4 stories," Liam said.
"Alright, we jump off of the school roof next week on Friday," Carter said, his voice growing excited. "Who's with me!?" He shouted. We all shouted "Me" at the same time, putting our hands in a circle. We were gonna show them something to talk about......
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The Suicide Pact
Ficção AdolescenteCarter. Emily. Mark. Tabitha. Liam. Charlotte. All have different stories, all have different reasons. Unlikely friends with only one thing bringing them together. The need to kill... themselves