Noah

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Noah that's what they call me,

I am standing on top of a highway bridge ready to jump.
Maybe it doesn't need to end like this I think for one moment. No I have to do this, and I step off the bridge falling 10 feet.

I was born on July 3rd 2000,
I was 6 pound and 3 ounces,
I was a healthy baby boy.
I grew up in a small town just outside of Vancouver.
When I was six I jumped off my trampoline into the frozen pool and I broke three bones in my foot
I jumped because my best friend Matt dared me too. When I was eight my baby sister Anna was born the little "angel" was the best thing to happen to my parents, they always wanted a girl but they got me so when she was born they were ecstatic, they didn't even try to hide it. When I was twelve I got drunk for the first time my parents were out of town or Anna's birthday they took her into the city for a special weekend, I found their  beer and drank away. When I was thirteen I got obsessed with serial killers and I would spend the whole day watching documentaries on the weekend. I was diagnosed with depression when i was fourteen I had tried to kill myself so my parents took me to the hospital
I took a bottle of pain killers and washed them down with vodka.
Why did I try to kill myself you may ask well I was getting bullied because I had only one friend (Matt) but when I started getting bullied he ditched me and became the bully calling me a loner and a psycho. It had been I going on for a year at this point they made my life a living hell so I said why not just go to hell for real. I was hospitalized for self endangerment at fifteen because my school found out about my cutting  I was released at sixteen when they thought I was mentally stable enough to leave.
As soon as I left I started purging and over exercising I was re hospitalized after I passed out on a run and someone found me. This time I was there for 8 eight months and I gained a lot  of weight back. I was still depressed but nothing on top of that for around a year. In that time I got a girlfriend who I loved with all of my cold heart. We dated for five months before she broke up with me to date Matt the cool hot guy. I started cutting again and my depression got really bad after that. My arms have been cut into oblivion.

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