I woke up on the floor, gasping for air. Everything was blurry. Where am I? I'm supposed to be dead! Am I dead? Is this Heaven? Hell? I couldn't find the strength to lift my head up and look around, so I shut my eyes again. Maybe I'd be awakened by an angel.
Whelp! I was awakened, alright! But not by an angel! By a damn demon!
"Ki?!" I shouted when I saw his face. He was sitting across from me, holding a blade in one hand and a rope- my noose- in the other.
"Easy," he whispered.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I coughed.
"Oh, right! You left this at Nia's." He put the blade down and pulled out an opened pink envelope from his back pocket. It had "Dad" written across the front of it. "Maybe I shouldn't have opened it. But I'm glad I did."
I clenched my fists to restrain myself from screaming and using up the last bit of energy I had left.
"Give that back!" I insisted. It wasn't very frightening though; my voice was strained and cracking.
"I should call the police," Ki teased, waving the envelope in the air. "But, after reading this, I don't think that'll do you much good, huh?"
"Leave me alone."
"You think I'm gonna let you alone to kill yourself? You damn psycho, kid."
"I'm not psycho. I'm asking nicely."
"So, if I ask you nicely not to kill yourself, you won't?"
I didn't say anything.
"That's what I thought," he continued.
"What's it to you, anyway?" I raved.
"A life on the line."
"One you don't care about."
"Says who?"
"Your actions!" I screamed, which was more than my lungs could handle, so I started coughing.
"Christ, Theo, you need a hospital."
"I'm fine."
"Fuck off, you just hung yourself."
"Yeah, well it didn't stick."
"What the hell you expect me to do with you now?" He crossed his arms.
"Expect? Call the police. Want? Leave me alone."
"I won't call the cops. I will call my mom, though."
What's your mom gonna do, you twat? Call the police for you?
"Give me like five minutes. Don't kill yourself please, I'm asking nicely," he smirked, just before dialing his mom and stepping into the hallway. I finally got the strength to sit myself up.
"Alright kid, pack a bag," Ki instructed, walking back into my room.
"Huh?"
"You're staying at my place."
I laughed at that pathetic idea, "no I'm not."
"My house or get baker-acted, your choice."
I crossed my arms, "I hate you."
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Teen Fiction**TW : Rape, Suicide, Ghosts Dear reader, If you read this... my name is Theo. I've been writing these letters for seven years now. Yep, ever sense I was ten, I've been writing letters to my mother. But of course she'll never read them...
