Our Numbered Days ∥ fillie

very convincing.

chapter one.

"hi there, this is the teen helpline! we're here to help you through any struggle you may be currently having. no problem is too big or small for us! now, what may be the issue?"

"hi uh, well this may be a bit heavy but i've been thinking about... killing myself lately."

"oh... well shit this just took an awkward turn for the worst now didn't it?"

"um, this is the part where you try and convince me not to kill myself?"

"yes i'm aware of that but you see, we don't usually get these kinds of calls. we usually deal with people calling in to complain about a neighbors' dogs shitting on their yard or in need of relationship advice.. we've never gotten a call about someone wanting to kermit suicide."

"okay you're know what? this was just a horrible idea from the start, just forget─

"no wait, please don't go eating tidepods!"

"wow. you suck at this job, you know that?"

"okay mister rude, excuse me for not having the proper advice when i'm still fresh off my last caller's complaints. i literally told her all she had to do was pee on the damn stick, and she somehow comes up with five billion questions to shoot back at me!"

"uh, that's not something i needed to─

"it was ridiculous i tell you, but those are the kinds of problems i get. yours is just.. darker. something i certainly wasn't trained for but i'm willing to give it a try. ahem, so why do you want to commit suicide?"

"..it's not no five minute story."

"take all the time in the world, because trust me i'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

"wow.. you're the first person to actually tell me that. no one has ever made time for me before."

"oh geez, well that sucks. i'm sorry?"

"no please don't apologize, it isn't your fault."

"well just tell me whatever it is that's... yeah okay i'll be right there! dammit."

"what's wrong?"

"um, remember when i said i'm not going anywhere? well turns out i am, my boss wants me to go and sort out some papers for him. it's the most boring thing to do i tell ya'. well look, i gotta go but don't you dare touch that bleach, okay? don't kill yourself. just call back tomorrow and we'll talk then, about your issues and what not."

"yeah, but what if i decide to─

"you'll call back, and you'll live another day."

"i don't know. this call really hasn't gotten me anywhere because i still feel like─

"just trust me, okay? i wanna help you, so call back.. and if you don't call back tomorrow then i'll hunt you down, revive you, and murder you myself for not listening to me."

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don't throw that toaster in the bathtub with yourself, finnie.