suicide hotline | bts

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It was currently 2 in the morning and i couldn't sleep thinking about receiving a call.

[flashback]

I heard sobbings on the rooftop and had to see whats happening.

Upon reaching there, I saw a man on the edge and tried to walk to him.

'STOP!' he yelled at me.

'No please i'm begging you!' i begged as tears streamed down my cheek and tried my best to walk closer to him .

'Who knew someone would beg for me to live would be a stranger' he smiled.

'PLEASE!' i begged him going closer to him.

'Thank you for trying to save this old man' he smiled genuinely.

and jumped.

Car alarms were blaring with the mixture of screams of terrified people.

I failed...at saving him.

(ring ring)

finally i got a call.

[end of flashback]

'hello?' he asked.

'yes?'

'i feel like losing..it al-' sobbings were heard on the other line.

'why please could you tell me?' tears started to formed on my eyes.

'hah..my mum thinks im a failure my classmates bully me mercilessly why not just-...end it all'

those words were hard to listen to. the pain he went through was too hard to bear. too young to be suffering greatly.

'i wont talk but please, i want to listen to you i really want to you'

'you wanna listen to me?' he asked with a shocked tone.

'yes please can we meet up?'

[fast forward]

i entered the cafe looking around

and spot someone.

a student.

presumably the caller

'excuse me are you perhaps..?

'yes maam'

he seemed like a decent kid who knew he would be in so much pain other than the sick-pale skin, cut marks on his arms and dark eye bags from sleepless nights and crying.

people sure are oblivious and ignorant to even bother asking if he was fine.

'so please can you tell me everything' i grabbed his hands.

looking at his wrists.

as expected scars from cutting.

'well...'