Excerpts Of Stories I'll Never Write

04

"I can't do this anymore! I can't, or hurts! I don't wanna be here! I wanna die, please just let me die!" Tears were flooding from her eyes like tsunamis as I grabbed the blade from her hands and flushed it down the toilet.

"No, I'm not gonna let you die. Not now, not ever." She continued to sob as I walked back to her. "No, no get away! Leave me alone to die, please! God please!" She struggled with me as I tried to hold her.

"Shhh, come here. It's okay, come here", I spoke in a soothing voice to try and calm her. I finally got close enough to where I could pull her into a hug as she continued to pound on my chest screaming "No, no! I want to die!", but I was not going to let that happen.

After a while she stopped fighting and just cried, so I took the opportunity to pick her up and take her to her bed where we sat. I waited until her sobs became cries which then became sniffles before I decided to talk.

"Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end. Do you remember who told me that?... It was you. You told me that the day that I found out my mom died. We made a promise that day that we'd stay here for each other."

She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes that were, unfortunately, red from her crying. "If you were me you'd do the same... 'cause I can't take it anymore. I'll draw the shades and close my door. Everything is not alright... I'd rather die."

"Why?" She continued on explaining how she remembers all those times getting bullied and abused by the ones she trusted most. It hurts for me to see her hurt, but I need to be here for her like she was for me.

"See you're just thinking about the past again. Darling you'll be okay."