“I am in a situation I can’t get out of. I just can’t handle anything anymore. All of the stress, all of the pressure, it’s just too much. I feel like I can’t even trust myself anymore, that if I try to get help it just won’t work. I don’t want to live through this pain anymore, it’s like life is purpousfully nagging at me for fun.” I tell her. She’s got tears in her eyes and an expression full of fear, anxiety and worry.
She looks at me in the eyes, “Look,” she says softy, “I know life can be rough.... But this isn’t the answer. You don’t know how much this would affect everyone. I can help you, we could help you.”
I shake my head. “Nothing can help me now. Not you, not me, not anybody. I have made too many mistakes, I can’t deal with them anymore…”
I can’t look at her in the eye. Tears are streaming down her face and onto the ground. I turn around and look over the ledge. If I do this.. It’ll all be over. All of it.
She shouts, with a last desperate attempt, “You can’t do this! Think of all you’ve worked for, all of what we worked for! You can’t just throw all of it away like it’s nothing! I can’t lose you, nobody can lose you! Nobody deserves to lose you!”
I turn around. She’s practically bawling right now. It’s funny, I suppose. She always was a bit of a crybaby.
“Look.” I say. She looks at me. “I’m sorry…” I turn to the edge and walk off.
And for those last moments of my life, it seems almost astonishing. How your life just flashes before your eyes. All I remember is hearing her scream my name out, one last time before I was gone for good. I remembered all of my problems. Only then had I realized that all of them, all of them could be fixed.
Only it was too late now. The last thing I see is the ground rapidly moving towards me.
I could only hear the thud of my body, and the voice of my regrets.
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Just some stuff
RandomThis is mostly just stuff that I do in class, or I typed up when I was bored. Nothing special.
