My Little Creations//Short Stories

The Edge

*Trigger warning: Sucide I guess*

There I lay on my black and gray bed ready to do what I have been ready to do for weeks. I'm on the edge of death. I haven't eaten in a month. I haven't drunk anything in days. I'm ready to move on.

I hold the tube of pills, feeling the bumps and grooves on the bottle. I notice things I have never realised about the medication before. I shake it slightly, hearing the substance rattle in the container, vibrating against my palm.

I sit up, press my back against my bed frame. I unscrew the top and take out enough to triple my normal dose. I hold them in my hand, counting them.

1
2
3
4
5
6

That's all it takes, six ovals to end everything. All this pain I have been feeling, the hurt of thinking of him, everything to do with the charcoal haired boy, I break. But this time it's for good.

I take one pill and swallow, feeling it slowly move down my throat all the way into my stomach.

I take another
And another
And another
And another
And another

Until there was only one left. I begin to experience dizzy and lightness in my head. A familiar scent fills the room, I feel another weight on the edge of my bed, my sheet crinkled where the person sat.

Him.

"Hey..." The pale boy smiles but not happily.

"Wha- How? You can't..." I say pushing myself further back into my bed, tears rolling down my hot red cheeks and the bed cutting into me.

Seeing him hurts, seeing his perfect frame infront of me. Alive.

"I am... this is what happens" He replies, moving slightly closer, feeling the bed move as well

How can this be happening, its probably just the drugs, I'm hallucinating that's all.

"When you are just about to move on, your loved ones who has also moved on, joins you on your journey" He explains.

I shake my head, grabbing my hair in disbelief, filling my fists with my rough curly hair.

"I wanted to see you again! Why!? Why did you leave me!?" I cry throwing the bottle of medication at the figure on my bed, except it didn't go through him as I expected... it hit him, hard. "It's not fair"

"I had to Dan. It was my time. They chose my time as soon as I was born. I was meant to be in that car 2 months ago, I was supposed to get hit and fall into a coma. The doctors werent supposed to be able to help me because it was my time" Phil explains trying to tell me everything is okay, "I'm sorry I died Dan but I have stayed with you every second since then... I saw you Dan. I saw you hurt yourself every night sitting on my bed hugging my sheets" he continues, he grabs my arm lifting my sleeve showing my hurt that I afflicted on myself, I notice a tear escape his eye and slowly make its way off his face and on to my torn up wrist. The tear was warm and filled with sadness.

"Yo-You saw?" I choke relaxing my body a bit more placing my hand over Phil's lifeless one.

"Yes. I saw. And it hurt me to see you do that, I couldn't do anything. The tears you would cry and then put into hurting yourself all because you thought it was your fault, I couldn't stand it but I forced myself to stay... for you" He looks back down at my wrist, running his cold pale fingers across each line.

He continues to do so until he reaches my hand, he opens my hand and takes the remaining pill out of my hand and examines it.

"Its your choice... this one last pill is all it takes and I know because it's my job to take you. They have given you choice that not many get" he explains looking up at me reaching to hold my hand, he takes my hand and places the pill back. "Do you wish to leave all of this behind?"

I look around the room, remembering every moment spent in here, the many movie date nights, the times where we both just cuddles until we fell asleep, everything... my whole adult life is consisted inside of these walls... am I ready to leave now? I look back at him and come to a realisation. All my favourite moments has been spent with him. The first person who was able to accept me for who I am, my first best friend... my first love, my whole adult, happy life was spent with him and I cannot leave him again.

I take a deep breathe, running my decision through my head. I know it will hurt others but I know this is the right thing to do.

"Yes, I am ready to leave." I say, Phil simply stands up and holds out his hand for me to take. I take my last pill and swallow "Afterall it's my time, I was born to die like this" I quote, smiling for the first time in months.

I stand up and take Phil's hand. His cold touch send shivers down my spine and before I know everything is black but...

I'm finally happy.

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Hiya, my little Charmaniacs, so that was an idea I literally just came up with but I like it. Please tell me what you think as I am very proud of it and want to know what you all think about it. I seriously need to think of some happy ideas, I only have depressing ideas, whoops sorry but I'll try for some fluff next.

Until next time, byeee

~Charlizard <3