LGBTQ+ Stories And Suicide Stories (All Fiction)

Goodbye

"Jessica?" I yelled, knocking on the bathroom door. "What's taking so  long?"

The door opened slightly, creaking on the old hinges in the frame.
"Jessica?" I said. I could hear water running in the bathtub. "Can I come in?"

No answer.

I opened the door more. There was water all over the floor. The shower curtain was closed. I went over to it and pulled it open.

"JESSICA!!!" I yelled. She was lying in the bathtub, fully clothed, her arms mutilated, blood pouring into the pinkish bathwater. A bloody razor sat on the side of the tub. She was breathing, but barely.

I turned off the water and got bandages out of the cabinet as fast as i could, taking Jessica's arms and wrapping them up, my hands shaking.

"Jess please talk to me." I whispered.
"Your not dead, you can't be dead, no, your not dead. Please say something." I finished bandaging her arms and got her out of the bath onto the bathroom floor, and cradled her in my lap, even though we were both the same size. We were both soaked in blood and bathwater.

"Brooklyn..." Jessica rasped, her voice only audible because her head was next to mine.

"Jessica! Oh hold on baby, we'll get you all patched up, just wait." I pulled my phone out of my pocket to call 911. It was dead. I tried Jessica's, but the water had short circuited it.

"Brooklyn..."

"Yes?" I choked. I was full on crying now.

"I love you..." Her breathing slowed.

"No Jessica! Don't go! Please hold on a bit longer!" I sobbed. I tried to get up, to get her to a hospital. I noticed the bandages were dripping red.

"No...dont...please...i want it to be this way." Jessica whispered, her voice fading with each word. "Now...i won't be a burden...not any more."

"No Jess!" I half yelled, half sobbed. "You were never a burden! Not to me, not to anyone who truly got to know you!!!"

We both looked each other in the eyes. Jess's eyes were glazing over, that luscious brown fading. I hugged her tighter. The bandages had come loose, soaking me in her blood once again.

"Sing me...that song...my favorite part..." Jess wheezed.

"Okay baby." I choked. And started to sing, rocking her as I did so.
"There is a girl, in the front of my class..." I broke off, my voice failing me. "In the front of my class, who you only ever saw smile or laugh" Jess smiled faintly, closing her eyes. I could feel her heart rate slowing. "She's tall and she's smart, beautiful and strong, and when someone's down she tries to fix what is wrong." I forced myself to keep going. "How does someone so perfect, feel so insecure, as to scar her skin with cuts..." I faltered again. "And burns...and still want to hurt more?"

At the last few words, Jessica went limp in my arms. Her breathing stopped, as did her heart. Her eyes were slightly open, glazed and  unseeing. I stayed there with her cradled in my arms, sobbing my heart out, for hours, cleaning her face with my sleeve. I kept whispering "I love you" over and over again in her ear.

If you or anyone you know is suffering with depression, or any other mental illness, please seek professional help as soon as possible. It will mean a world of difference to you friends an family, and most of all yourself.

I have other books available to read. One is called Divergent Reborn, and the other is called Five Nights at Freddy's. Please check them out if you are interested.