It felt really cold. I feel my body shivering. Frozen.
I could feel warm tears running down my cheeks. Dripping over and over and over and over again. It wouldn't stop.
And I was sick of it.
My heart felt numb. I couldn't feel anything anymore.
I feel empty.
I could hear commotion from behind me. Some people screaming out my name. Pleading me to stop. But it didn't bothers me.
I wanted to end it.
White smoke coming out from my trembling chaps lips, breathing cold air. Why was I still breathing?
I was supposed to be dead. Why was I still here?
I moved my leg a little to the front, preparing myself to jump off this building.
"Stop! Please stop.. Please don't do it..." Someone was sobbing behind my back. Their voices were broken. By the sound of it, I think it was my brother or maybe somebody else? I didn't know. It didn't matter anymore.
No one would believe me anyway. All of this happened because of me. It was all my fault. No wonder everyone despised me, ashamed of me. I was a disgusting human being.
So it would be better to end this.
Slowly, I let my hand go from the railing. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. I was scared. But I had to do this. I needed to do this. So I closed my eyes and started to count.
3...2....-
"NO!!!! CALUUMMMM!!!"
That the last thing I heard. Someone had called my name before cold darkness coming before me.
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Where it Begins (Boy x Boy)
Teen FictionMeet Callum Cunningham, your average introverted 16 years old boy. The biggest problem in Callum's life was keeping a secret that he couldn't tell anyone. Callum had a huge crush with his best friend for years but Mason Fischer didn't have the sligh...