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I'm here.

Suicide isn't a joke. If you feel like life isn't worth living please before you do anything reach out to someone and if you are scared of being judged call this hotline 1-800-273-8255
It is the national suicide hotline. You are not alone and you can get better. Keep fighting and keep your hopes high and your chin up.

Please read with discretion. This story has self harm, Suicide and depression.
You have been warned.

I was sitting on my computer making sure my video wasn't getting corrupted. My phone rang. I picked it up and heard a shaky sigh.

"Is this the suicide prevention.. thing?"my heart dropped

'Think...think' "no it isn't. Are you okay?"

"Oh... this.. this was a mistake. I'm sorry."

"No don't go!" the other line dropped and I called back..

"....hello?"

"Please talk to me.. what's your name?"

"I... my name? My name is.." he really seemed out of it. "Ethan."

"Ethan? I'm Mark" I felt my heart racing,

"Why did you call me back it was a mistake."

"You're not gonna hurts yourself are you?"

"Hurt myself? Why do you want to know?" He asked

"I'm concerned?"

"You don't know me on a personal level you can't say that! You don't know me!" He sobbed and hung up the phone once more. This time I called the police I don't want to take any risks..

As I called the police I texted his number it had a California area code, meaning in my area. thank god, I texted him saying 'please don't do this' 'your family loves you' 'your life doesn't have to end here' over and over. There was no response. Until I texted him

'where are you'

'At home'

'you know I like being at my home.. just not alone I don't want to be alone anymore'

'Ethan I promise if you tell me where you are I will be there for you I promise'

Those were the only texts I could understand. The rest was lack of a better word gibberish. I called him three times I feared it was too late. Until he answered again.

"I don't wanna die.." he sobbed

"Where are you?" I asked my voice was calm compared the war of emotions in my mind.

"Home.."

"Where is home?"

"I.. I don't know I'm new here.. I come from Maine.."

"Can you describe to me your surroundings?"

"Why do you care? I don.. I don't matter!"

"You're right.. I don't know you. But you are just a person having a really bad night. I'm sure you matter. You matter to me and I'm sure you matter to so many other people." The other line was quiet only for a second. I think he was collecting his thoughts.

"I took.. I took some pills.. sleeping pills.."

'Oh god'

"How many did you take?"

"..5..7?...maybe 13?" he paused, "I don't know.."

"It's okay Ethan I am here to help you just talk to me"