I pull myself up onto the lowest branch and keep on climbing until I get near the top. When I look down it's hard to see the ground through all of the branches. I just sit there in the tree for a while, thinking about how cold and empty the world is. I doubt that anyone will miss me, or even notice that I'm gone. I look down again and wonder if anyone will find my body. I smile grimly as I imagine some lost hiker stumbling upon my dead body.
You've put it off long enough. Or are you going to chicken out again? I start to loosen my grip on the branch. It's now or never.
I crash through tree and resign myself to my fate. I hit the ground at an angle, my arm taking most of the force. I'm not dead. This wasn't supposed to happen. I'll just have to try again. I try to push myself up but I can't feel my arm at all. NO NO NO! I scream at myself and start cursing everything. The tree, the ground, the sky, my miserable existence. When I can't scream anymore I break down crying. I can't take it anymore. I think I'll just stay out here in the woods and starve or be eaten by a bear or something.
I hear some rustling and I look up to see a man staring down at me, his bright red hair flopping in his deep brown eyes.
A/N: Mark's POV soon! See you all in the next chapter!
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Will I Ever Make A Sound? ~Crankiplier~
FanfictionI'm so alone. Will anyone care that I'm gone? No one will even notice. Guardian angels don't exist. Did you fall? Or did you let go? Trigger warning for suicide attempts. Crankiplier, no smut. Don't like don't read.
