"Hello, I'm Kenzie and I will be helping you threw your problems, big or small it doesn't matter," Kenzie said in such a cheering voice it almost made Ansle smile. Almost.
"Hey Kenzie. I'm Ansle."
"Hi Ansle. How may I help you?"
"Can you just lesion? Not talk just lesion to me?"
"I can do that."
"I have been wanting to kill myself for a long time now." He says with a light chuckle. "I don't know what caused it. Maybe My girlfriend cheating on my with my best friend. My mom dying. My sister getting sick. Really, really sick and dying. My dad being an alcoholic and beating me almost every night. I don't know what caused it. It could be all of these factors. I can barely smile. I can't even remember the last time I was actually happy," Ansle says as tears form in his eyes.
"Maybe you need a break. Not from life but the town you're in. Maybe you need to escape and start over. Leave your dad and never go back."
"I tried." He pauses for a moment. "He almost beat me to death. Not that I'm complaining."
"Oh..."
"I got to go. My dad just got home. Shit, I forgot to make him food he's going to kill me."
The phone line goes dead silent.
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Suicide Hotline
Short Story*Complete* Book 1 Ansel has always had these thoughts. He thought they were normal. He realised wanting to die isn't normal. Wanting to kill his self isn't normal. So he found a hotline. A suicide hotline.
