I don't know what to do. Help me, please someone save me from this nightmare. I can't handle this anymore, please.
I'm standing on the rooftop of my school, frozen. I want to jump, i should jump. Nobody would care, they'll just laugh. No one would come to my funeral, they'd rather do something better with their days. I'm a nobody, i always have been. I would sit alone at lunch, so alone that i would sit in the toilet cubicles. No one wanted me, anywhere i go they'd whisper "freak", "loser", "dyke". I don't have anyone, i'm even a waste of space to my school counsellor. I just fill in a space of his day. And my parents, they'd be better off without me. Everyone would be better off without a broken, damaged, loser like me.
The view is beautiful though, the best i've seen in ages. White balls of evaporated water floating by, the reflection of the sea upabove. The church in the distance, not that i care, i'm not religious, i'm going straight to hell.
"Don't jump," a soft voice from behind me talks, i try to turn around to see their face, but my foot slipps. That's the first time i've heard those words, normal people would tell me to jump, obviously this person is different. "It's hard i know, it's hard not to jump."
"How would you know?" I say, how would this person, that i've never met, know what i'm going through. Saying these words pained me, because i don't even know anything about them. But it's true, how would they know exactly what i'm going through.
"You feel numb. You can't feel your body, everyday you feel more added weight on you. You believe jumping is the answer, because no one cares right?" He's right, i don't want to admit he's right, but he is. "I can help you," For some reason, i decide he's right, i mean he's been right for this long why stop now? I pull both of my legs over the metal chain, they feel numb, i've only now realised how cold it is and i shiver, the person rushes over and puts a coat over my shoulders.
We walk down the steps, the persons hands still on my shoulders. I haven't yet seen their face, i'm too scared to, too ashamed. We walk over to a car, a white car, they make me sit half in half out, they kneel down to face me. "Are you hurt?" They say, i just shake my head. I finally decide to look up. They're, handsome. Their eyes sparkle in the sun, a kind of blue green colour. They have cute little freckles, around their nose and cheeks. "Jackson," The boy says while putting his hand out for a handshake.
"Zander," I breathe while shaking his hand. "Why did you do it? I mean normal people would've just left me to do it," I ask, shivering still but a bit warmer under his coat.
"I know how it feels to want to die, i just couldn't stand there knowing someone has handsome as you wanted to," he stares into my eyes. Is it fair to say i've fallen for him? No, it's too early for that, i don't even know anything about him. "Well, you can't go back to school in this state, i have an idea," he smiles and my heart flips. I don't know whether it's because no one's ever been this nice to me, or these are true feelings, but he's the most cutest, handsome, kindest person i have ever met.
