Why?

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I stare up into blue eyes, Jason Voorhees tilts his head while looking down at me.

Why are you stopping me from killing myself?

"Mother said so, she says you are a good girl"

I laughed at this, well if she knew what all I did she'd change her tone.

"Why do you think you should die?"

I'm 28 years old, I feel like I had finished everything I set out to do.

I am an outcast to my peers, I have mental issues.

I'm not a good girl!

I gripped my pocket knife tighter, what do I have to live for?

"Doesn't you're family love you and miss you ? "

Well yeah but some of them put me down for who I am.

"What about friends?"

Yeah who I hardly see anymore, due to my depression.

"Pets?"

Four birds.

"They depend on you, how would they eat without you?"

I rather not answer that question.

"Give me a GOOD REASON to end your life."

I tried bad things such as; drinking smoking and weed.

Other stuff I rather not even say.

I say or do stuff that a Christian shouldn't even say or do.

"Christian?"

Yeah someone who lives for God, come to think about it if I kill myself I would go to hell or so I been told.

"I am still having a hard time finding a good reason why you should die."

You don't even know me, why do you care if I live or die?

I heard him sigh then I heard writing.

"You came to my property so that makes you MY business."

"I never met someone who WANTED to die before."

"Now let's try this again why should I let you kill yourself?"

I groaned I was arguing with a serial killer who thought I shouldn't die?

What the hell?!

I'm 28 and I act like a 12 year old 96.9 % of the time, I can't get a real paying job.

My mind tries to tell me what to do I argue with myself inside my head.

I hate being a weirdo and outcast!

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep asking myself why do I have to be like this?

I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, while taking the pocket knife out of my hand.

I felt wetness on my head, I looked up to see tears in his eyes.

He rubbed my back then he SAID I'm here for you, I know exactly how you feel.

Now it was my turn to cry, I finally met someone who understood.

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