Here I am staring out at the water with him beside me. I looked at him, he was staring at me.
"I'm not worth saving," I murmured quietly to him.
He took my hand again, it felt weird. There was something there it wasn't pain. I'm not sure what it was. All I really know is pain. He looked into my eyes,
"I come here and sit at this bench almost every night. I see a few people here and there commit suicide. I watch them and then I walk away."
"Then why couldn’t you let me,"
"I don't know," he said. The look on his face proved the statement to true but still
"It's all I wanted, all I have been waiting for. For months," I whispered. It was more of a comment to myself rather than to him but he still looked upon me strangely
"Months?" He asked
I just looked away and nodded my head.
"My name is Katania." I sighed
He just nodded. I cocked my head to the side.
He laughed "I'm Taylor Matts."
"Well Taylor, I guess if you’re not going to let me do this I suppose I will go back to a place I like to call living hell."
"Um," he looked down looking nervous, "can I have your number?"
"Why would you want it?" I said roughly. I know it was rude but I didn't want to bring him down.
"So I can talk to you again."
"I'm not worth shit," I spat and started to walk.
He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me around to look at him, I stared into his eyes and I released my life is worth living. He was all I needed. He kissed me and happily ever after. Yeah fucking right! He did kiss me though, and I let him. Usually I just slap the mother fucker who tried to touch me.
"Please,"
"Fine," I mumbled giving him my number and walking home. That was one hell of a walk back because believe me when I say I do not live close to that bring. I mean I live fucking far from it.
It took me about two hours to get home when I made it into the house unlocking the door with the spare key outside of the house. I found out my parents weren't even home. They went out again. I know this because when I got to my room the door was still locked and the not left un touched. I scrunched it up and threw it under my bed. Lying down I turned on my music and grabbed my blade cutting into my skin once again to try and find relief from this bloody hell. Taylor doesn't know what he's in for. I am worth saving!
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My Last Suicide Attempt
Teen FictionKat struggles with depression and an eating disorder. Her mind played foul tricks on her leaving her hospitalized for days after attempting to take her life many time. She reads through her old journal, she remember her journey and how she got to po...
