Behind the Suit, Behind the Smile

Chapter Six

Author note: the bold is the bad voice in his head.

"Try me," I said in a dangerously low voice. I bent over to pick up my cigarette that I had dropped when he scared me. I saw that the ember was almost out, so I took a hit to save the dying light.

"Please, Barry. You mean a lot to me. And I love you. More than you think. More than you could ever know," Ollie said in a pleading voice.

I didn't know what to say. He cared about me? He loved me? Probably not in a lover kind of way. Probably as brothers or friends or something.

Yeah, because no one could ever love you. I mean, look at you. Pathetic.

"Shut up," I said. It was out loud. I didn't know.

You're a freak! A worthless idiotic freak!

I started pulling my hair. I dropped my cigarette once again. I whimpered but I didn't know. Not here, not now, not with Ollie.

Why does it matter who it's in front of? He doesn't love you. He doesn't care about you. He lied. No one loves you, no one cares. Your mom is dead because of you. You're dad is dead because of you. You'd be better off just killing yourself.

I started crying. I looked up at Ollie. God, he must think I'm psycho. When I looked at him he look confused and a little concerned. Maybe he wasn't
lying.

Yes he was.

That was enough. I did what I'm best at. I ran away.

I didn't know where I was going. I didn't have a destination. Just wanted to run. Unfortunately I couldn't run very far, since I was in my regular clothes and not my suit. When I stopped running, I was at an inner section. And if I walked for about two more minutes, I'd be at the bridge. I high bridge. A bridge that looked over a huge lake. A deep lake. A lake that I wouldn't be able to survive in if I fell from that height. I started walking to it.

I didn't use my speed. Not because my clothes would catch on fire and burn, but because I didn't want to rush this. This was an important moment to me. I would finally let go of it all. I would finally be dead.

When I got to the middle of the bridge, I looked down. It must've been 300 feet or so. I stepped over the rail, onto the small ledge on the other side. I held on the the bar of the rail behind me and leaned forward. All that was keeping me from my death was the rail.

I was ready. I let go.

Yes, yes. I know. I suck. I'm mean to Barry. It's short. But I'm trying to update sooner than I have been, so just bare with me please. Buuut I love you all. The next chapter should hopefully be out soon. Byyyyye!