Cover by @withjejide!! This is a collection of short stories by me! If I have a friend who wrote it I will tag them in it! If you have any suggestions, please tell me! I am always happy to write some more!
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"Why did you do this to yourself?" He asks me as he stands over my bleeding body.
He found me outside my house, in my backyard, crying and about to kill myself. I couldn't take the pain, the anguish, the hurt, the torment of my brain. I thought it would be the best way to let all this pain go. He gets on his knees in front of me, there are tears in his eyes. My wrists are bleeding and I am dying, not him, why is he about to cry? He quickly takes off his shirt and wraps it around my wrists to stop the bleeding. There are tears in his eyes trying to break free. I try to pull away, to break free so I can bleed to death, but the knot he tied around my wrists are too strong. He looks me in my eyes, my blurry, crying, wailing eyes. A single tear drips down his cheek. I am angry at him for not letting me die.
"Just let me die please" I whisper to him through the pain.
He shakes his head and goes back to tending my wrists.
"I am not going to let that happen," He says fiercely, "Everyone deserves a chance to live an amazing life, I don't want you to lose yours"
Tears are still trailing down my cheeks.
"Why?!?" I say and move my wrists away from him, "Why do you care so much about me?! You literally just saw me bleeding to death and came over here, why do you care!?!"
He takes my bloody wrists back and keeps tending to them, making sure they are not infected and all of that crap.
"Because I care about everyone," He says loudly, "I care about every human being here on earth! The least I can do is help you live a long life"
I shake my head slowly, "Can't you see that I don't want a long life? Can't you see I rather die than live?!"
I broke down into another fit of tears. He stops tending to my wounds and looks at me as I curl up into a ball. He then puts his hand on my back, petting it softly like how you pet a puppy.
"I'll get you an ambulance, I know you don't want to live, but I want you to," He says and takes his hand away from my back.
I hear him dial 911 but I don't stop him. I don't do anything but sit curled up with my bleeding wrists and hope for death. The ambulance gets here quickly because the hospital is only a few blocks away. Nurses and doctors come to pick me up, the guy explains the situation to them. I am crying, kicking, shouting, I don't want to get better.
"I just want to die! Please don't make me better! Let me die!" I scream.
The nurses and doctors somehow sedate me and put me a stretcher. They wheel it into the ambulance while I wail at the top of my lungs. The guy keeps looking at me with concern in his eyes, tears falling down his face.
"Please call me when she gets better," The guy says to a doctor next to me, "I want to tell her something"
Then the doors close and the ambulance starts to pull away.
