Suicide Prevention

Chapter 3: Faultered

Kimber’s POV

Okay so my suicide attempt was faltered. No matter I will just try again until I get it done. You see it have been thinking about this for a while, and about two weeks ago I decided the best way to do it was to jump in front of a speeding car. Why? Because hopefully I would die instantly. Why not hang myself? Do you know how long that would take. Why not shot myself? I cannot afford a gun.

So jumping or rather stepping in front of a car was the easiest and most simple way to go through with it. But I was thwarted by some over attractive whit boy. I mean I didn’t even know that white people were even allowed in this neighborhood.

This was the total opposite of Lovid which was located on the other side of the tracks. It was where all of the gated homes were and where the rich people lived. Most were white but some black even fewer Spanish! So what was he doing over here? He even came off as rich with-it was just the way he looked with those bright green eyes and jet black hair that was neatly trimmed to shape his neck perfectly-not too short not too long.

He was magnificent. Just the kind of person who played sports and had all of the girls fawning over him-he reminded me of Devin which made me sad. I was stopped from committing suicide by a boy who reminded me of Devin? Talk about awkward? Whatever like I said will just try again tomorrow. I mean how many times can you be stopped from committing suicide?

That night I decided to read over the rules and regulations of the library job. I would go there before I stop in front of that car. I wanted to kill myself at dusk and the job started at 3:00 and ended at 6:00-not too bad.

Rules:

1.     You must be here at 3:00p.m sharp or you will not be allowed to enter.

2.     You must wear a pair a jeans and a shirt with a collar.

3.     You must know about all of the library catalogs and computer systems.

4.      You must be knowable in American History, for each Friday you will tell little kids a historical tale-without assistance of books or another person.

I got bored and decided to not read the rest, but to go and check on my mother. I wondered if I should wake her and tell her that I will be home too late to fix her dinner, but I decided against it a placed her a cold cut sandwich in the fridge her and packed me a lunch for school tomorrow because contrary to my obese size I have actually been trying to lose weight, but a salad cost more than a double cheese burger. Well off to bed now. Until tomorrow which should officially be my last day on Earth.

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Mike’s POV

“Where in Heaven’s have you been? Your mother and I have been calling your phone for hours?” My dad-William Scoon yelled.

“Michael?” My mom-Elizabeth Scoon added in with her soft voice. “We were so worried about you baby.” She came over and gave me a tight hug. We were right now in the family room of my unnecessary mansion. Why is it unnecessary? Well because it is only my dad, mom, little sister, and me, yet we have a ten bedroom home with 7 restrooms, 5 walk in closets, 1.5 kitchens, a theater, pool, basketball court, tennis court and one acre garden. All that for three fucking people! Can you be anymore retarded?

I had my lie at first-it was the whole I went to the store to pick up some food thing, but when I dropped the bag that lie went out the window. “Um..I went to shot some hoops!” I exclaimed hoping that they would leave it at that. Well fuck that I was wrong.

My father crossed his arms and glared in my direction. “Where at?”

Shit. Fuck. I needed a lie. I was so not telling this fucking racist where I was. “Around the corner at eh school’s court. Yeah. I am sorry, but I was too busy messing over these young men to hear my phone ringing.” I glanced at my mother who had seemed to calm down.

“Mrs. Scoon!!” One of our servants yelled and there was only one reason she would be yelling-Holland! I was the first person to move followed by my mother than father. I sprinted up the flight of stairs that separated me from my sister. I could not get to her fast enough. It seemed like it took forever, but within seconds I was busting open he cracked room door and running over to her bed. I knew it!

“Call the doctor!” I yelled to the servant. “Now!”

She had begun to foam out the mouth and her body was shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes were rolled back into her head and her arms were shaking like crazy. She was lying in her bed while this was going on and I quickly ran over to help her. I grabbed her arms to steady them and gently leaned her over on her side. The entire time my stood there with stupid looks on their faces. I fucking hated them sometimes.

They acted like my sister was some kind of unwanted burden. They would visit her every other day to “see if she was okay”. What assholes. I made sure to spend at least three hours a day cuddled underneath her watching her favorite shows-Make it or Break It, Chopped, America’s Next Top Model, Gossip Girl, and endless episodes of SpongeBob on Netflix-the shows were torture but spending as much as time as possible with her was my reason

. She was the thing that I loved most in this world other than Brandon and Marshall. I could spend days with these people and never tire of them. They were the only reason that I tolerated this life, and one day I heard my parents say that my mom should have aborted her because she was a shame to the family. What the hell kind of shit was that. Assholes.

“The doctor is on his way!” The servant exclaimed when she ran back into the room. By this time my sister had stopped shaking and turned to look at me.

“Brother.” She said weakly then passed out.

A tear escaped my eyes. I hated to see her like this. My parents had already left the room accustomed to this situation, but like always I stayed until the doctor cleared her. I sat in my chair beside her bed and rubbed her twelve year old forehead until she was fast asleep. When she began to snore I headed out of her room to go and take a shower. My dad stopped me right outside her room door. He clasped my shoulder.

“You had better not have been across the tracks by those animals!” he boomed knowing that my sister was asleep.

I roughly jerked my arm away from his touch. “I would advise you to be quiet my sister is asleep and you had better not wake her up.”

Then he hit me right across my face. “Like I said you had better not have been across the tracks with those animals! And do not forget about your library internship.” He looked at me as I rubbed my face where I am sure a bruise would appear tomorrow. “It starts at three and do not be late. I left a book of rules and regulations on your bed.”