This following chapter contains parts that some readers may find disturbing and/or may not be suitable for younger audiences. Including violence and suicide attempts. Viewer discretion is advised. Thank you.
Ethan's pov
(This is not the end)
I was pissing Grayson off because I was taking so long and he was in the car
I knocked on the door almost thousands of times, not hearing a sound from anywhere.
I turned around, sighing, and leaning on the door. Hoping she'll open it soon.
My stomach dropped in fright as I heard a shriek and a groan. I heard her screaming.
If she is playing one her games I'm going to flip out.
I listened more of what happened and she kept screaming and I also heard her crying.
"Faith I'm not going to wait here, you better open up" I shouted, not long after hearing a chime of something dropping onto the floor.
"Faith open up you're scaring me"
"faith, you are so annoying"
I got so mad I couldn't help but kick the door down, well, break the lock, and it slammed back.
I walked in but stopped instantly, my mouth dropped
It was faith, lying there, on the floor, and blood seeping from her shoulder. With a blooded knife lying next to her.
"Oh, oh faith it's okay" I shakily said and ran up to her "it's okay baby"
I crouched down and smoothed her head and comforted her. "Come on now, speak to me"
She just limped over my arm with her eyes shut.
"Okay it's okay faith it's alright, you're okay" I held her as tightly as I ever have
"GRAYSON" I called
"Come on, come on let's get you cleaned up" I cried shaking
"GRAYSON HELP" I screamed even louder.
My tears fell onto her cheek but when I wiped it off, I smeared blood all over her face.
"You are okay, I'll tell you when you wake up how much I love you okay? A-and how we will always be together"
She didn't answer
"Always, fucking always, so that means you can't leave me right now"
"GRAYSON CALL FOR HELP"
I balled all over her and sobbed "I need you to answer me"
Grayson ran in after "oh god" he said
"Faith" he ran over to me and crouched down too.
"Grayson call 911, do it now"
"Faith please" he sobbed
"GRAYSON CALL THEM AND TELL THEM TO HURRY, TELL THEM PLEASE"
He hesitated but stood up and called the number.
I continued to cry "why would you do this"
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I sat in the waiting room, I didn't call anyone, I didn't do anything, I didn't say a word.
Nothing could be more important than finding out if she is okay, if I could at least say something to her, even if it's the last thing.
The wait felt like weeks, I just couldn't believe I found her like that.
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Faith didn't have a reason, nobody has a reason, you could tell me anything but no one has a real reason for suicide, because it shouldn't be done. It really shouldn't. Faith was unhappy, depressed, confused, but she didn't and never will have a reason to do what she did, people don't realize how suicide can glue to them and stick with them for a crazy amount of time, mostly for the rest of their life. Considering there are so many reasons to not, then to do.
And I have one, a huge one,
If you, or you know of anyone that may need help finding support and crisis resources, I'm going to leave some helplines for suicide/depression. Because if I can't help you, or anyone else, let a stranger.
24 Hour Service
• Australia Suicide Hotline - 08 93 81 5555
• Canada Suicide Hotline - +1 (905) 688 3711
• United Kingdom Hotline - +44 (0) 8457 90 90 90
• Ireland Suicide Hotline - +44 (0) 8457 90 90 90
• China Suicide Hotline - 0800-810-1117
• Italy Suicide Hotline - 800 86 00 22
• United States Hotline - 1-800-799-4889 or http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/
To be continued
