These Stories Of Ours

Rooftops

TRIGGER WARNINGS ARE WRITTEN AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STORY TO PREVENT SPOILERS. PLEASE CHECK IT FIRST IF YOU WISH TO KNOW BEFORE READING.

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When pain fills you, you take a pill and pray that you'll go numb to it. When sorrow consumes you, you play a song to forget your problems. When the world goes against you, you go against the world. However, it doesn't always work like that. Soon, the bottle will be empty, the song will end, and the world won't care. You'll suddenly feel lost, hopeless. You begin to think, "Why am I still here?"

One day, you hear a story of a girl ending her life on a rooftop years ago. The next thing you know, you're on the same rooftop, looking down to the ground. You have written a note, stating everything that's wrong in this world. You know that at this time no one will be here, no one will interfere. You look at the sky, it's probably the last time that you'll do.

You'll probably do what I'm about to. "If only things went differently," I whisper to myself. If things did go differently then I wouldn't be here; I wouldn't be crying every night; I wouldn't be suffering everyday. The cold wind blows slowly as I hold onto the railings tightly. I look down. The seventh floor seemed higher than I thought.

"It's not over," I hear someone say. I look back and see a girl wearing a bright red jacket. Her long hair blows with the wind and she looks at me with a pitiful expression. Why was she here? No one should be here. "You can still turn things around, you know?" she tells me. Tears begin to fall to my cheek. Can I? I shook my head to answer her. I can't. I tried, and I can't.

The girl with the red jacket sat down on the ground and looked at me. I followed her actions. I couldn't help but burst into tears. "I can't take it anymore," I screamed, "Every single thing I do goes wrong!" She just looks at me, taking in everything I said. "He left me when I was carrying a child. My parents disowned me. I struggled for so long only to lose the child."

"And that's why you're ending everything?" she asks me. I continue to cry, louder this time. "You're not trying hard enough," she said, "You can go back to your parents. I know they will accept you. The guy is just an asshole and you can do better. Your child is in a better place, at peace."

She moves closer and holds my hands, "Everything can get better, can't you see?" she says. I looked at her and see that she's not lying. "Try wearing a mask. Sometimes, faking a smile can help."

I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my hands away from her and got up. I walked out of the rooftop, leaving the girl alone. I couldn't take her. She doesn't know me or my situation. Her presence is just going to prolong my pain. However, her words keep on playing in my mind.

I wanted to prove her that she's wrong. I dialed my parents number, but I know they wouldn't answer. After a few rings, I wanted to hang up when I hear the familiar voice, "Honey, are you alright?" They answered.

I begin to cry and I start to tell them everything, even about the rooftop. "Please come back," I hear my mom say. She too was crying, "We're so sorry. Just please come back."

The next day I begin to pack up my things. I wanted to look for the girl and thank her. For the first time in what seems like forever, I smiled. I went back to the building with the rooftop but stopped when I see so many people crowding near the entrance. I hear an ambulance's siren growing louder and louder. I hear a girl on the phone crying, "she jumped, she jumped, she jumped." Who jumped?

I looked up and saw a bright red jacket hanging on the rooftop railings.

Why was she up there again?

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TRIGGER WARNING:
THIS STORY CONTAINS INDICATION OF SUICIDE

Inspiration:
Just as I was about to take my shoes off, on the rooftop there I see
A girl with braided hair here before me, despite myself, I go and scream
"Hey, don't do it please!"
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There's no one here today, I guess it's time
It's just me myself and I
There's no one who can interfere
No one to get in my way here
Taking off my yellow cardigan
Watching my braids all come undone
This petite girl, short as can be
Is gonna jump now and be free
- My R [English Lyrics by rachie]

Author's Notes
Coming in again with another Vocaloid inspired story hehe!
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