*The Suicide Line
Imagine this, you are at the edge of your sanity and the only shred of hope you have is a bunch of teenagers who went through the same shit you did, some even indirectly... How would you react? How would you cope?
I can't even with this story. I just can't.
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"Hello?"
"I want to die."
"Hold on a moment please - Yes, hi, hello this is Harriet and please, no."
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Harriet Harper is supposedly, distinctly, only a normal seventeen year old with freckles and part of an organization in school to help the emotionally handicapped and stop them from physically harming themselves.
Supposedly, yes.
Because several things happened after that Harriet, clearly didn't expect:
To [a] get in touch with the most annoyingly recluse and horribly conceited person in school and possibly the world, [b] she gets a not-so-typical anonymous, suicide call, that completely floors her - An anonymous call? Typical. The Conversation? Not so much. And [c] the bridge.
The goddamn mother effing bridge that pushed this entire mess into motion.
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Please read this. You're missing out. This right here is just wow.
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