Tyson

the gunshot...

tyson

"Wait no! I didn't mean it like that!" I try to form words.

"You wanna get rid of me?" she asks in sadness.

I shake my head. "No, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said it like that. It's just... I never felt like this before, helpful. It's weird... I shouldn't have put it on you, I'm sorry. I don't wanna get rid of you. I want you to get better. I want you to get help. I wanna help you so badly"

"Oh..." she trails off.

I take her hand and notice red marks, so I turn it around... "You cut yourself?" I look up at her.

"I can't stop" she frowns.

I rub her wrist and sigh. "What do you need for you to stop this?"

"Help..." she gulps.

"I know... but I mean, what kind of help?" I ask.

"I just need support" she says.

"I'm not supporting this, Athena. I'm not supporting the way you see yourself, the sadness, or your cutting..." I look up at her.

"What can you do then?" she asks and I clench my jaw.

**

"No" she says.

"Come on" I try to convince. "You'll be fine! It's just me and you!"

"I'm not getting into a bathing suit without a coverup" she crosses her arms.

I smack my forehead. "You're fine, Athena"

"No" she says sternly.

"Keep giving me that attitude, I fucking dare you" I snap and she flinches. "Sorry..." I take a deep breath. "Please?"

She frowns. "I'm scared... I hate my body!! I have stretch marks! I have big thighs-"

"And that's okay! Stretch marks are normal!" I comfort. "You're fine just the way you are" I hold up the bathing suit and she starts to cry. "A... please don't cry"

"I'm never happy about anything! Why can't I be happy that you're helping" she cries.

"It's gonna be okay! I'm not leaving your side, A. I have a team meeting today, but I skipped it so I can help you. Please don't let that go to waste" I say.

She hesitantly takes the bathing suit and frowns. "Okay..."

"I'll be right here" I say softly and she sadly smiles before walking off.

This is gonna be hard...

Daniel wanted help... he tried everything to get better... but he got to the post where he couldn't do it anymore. He wanted to end his life.

My best friend... killed himself.

He left me alone.

He was my killing buddy...

And he killed himself.

Because he couldn't stand all the darkness and sadness around him.