Montreal Canadiens
*TW: mention on Suicide, Depression, and Death.*
Me and a couple of friends went out to get drinks. I didn't really want to go but I was forced. I like to party and have a good time but I haven't been myself. My mental health hasn't always been the best but this is different. I thought it would be nice to get out and be around people. Instead of sitting at home alone. I was sitting at the bar on my fourth drink and not as drunk as I wanted to be. A male around my age, maybe older, sat down next to me.
"Hey!" He yells over the loud music in the bar.
"Hi." I say
"What are you doing over here alone?"
"I'm actually here with friends, they're somewhere around here." I say looking around.
"Ya I know they actually sent me over here. How many drinks have you had?"
"They did? Ugh anyway I am on my fourth beer and don't feel better or drunk." I say holding up four fingers.
"Do you want to go for a walk?"
"With you? No. I just met you. You could try to kill or kidnap me."
" I promise if you don't believe me go ask my teammates over there with your friends or look me up on Google."
"Okay? What is your name?"
"Jesperi Kotkaniemi." I did as he told and looked him up, completely misspelling his name.
"Oh by the way my name is Y/N. I trust you a little bit more now only because my friends picked you out."
"Let's go." I texted my friends that I left and hopped off the stool. We walked in silence till we reached a little park. I sat down on a bench and looked over the green grass that was lit by the moon.
"What's your story?"
"Well I was born and raised here in Montreal. My parents love me and I had a pretty normal childhood. Until I lost my best friend."
"What happened? If you don't mind me asking."
"When I was 16 my best friend, Jack and I went to this party. We were in this back room getting high. It was me, her, and some other kids too. I took one big hit and shut my eyes and when I opened them again everyone was gone. It was just me and her then we both took one last hit before I heard a loud bang. The rest was a blur. They ruled her death a suicide because there was no evidence and the investigator wanted to sweep this under the rug as fast as he can. I was with her the entire night I sat with her. I watched her take her last breath. I heard her last words. I remember feeling her life leave her body. I remember it all. It's engraved in my mind and I can't erase it." I say letting out a sob as tears streamed down my face.
"I am so sorry I can't imagine." he says, rubbing the side of my arm in a comforting way.
"Thank you. Anyways after that I went through a really bad depression. I couldn't leave my room. I tried to kill myself multiple times. I felt empty and still do from time to time. She was my other half, my better half." I stopped to catch my breath. I feel him wrap his arms around me and he lets some tears fall.
"I thought the worst was over, then I started college and a new job. My parents have been so supportive and visit as much as possible. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for them. Tonight I thought I would drink my emotions anyway but it didn't really work."
"I am so sorry about everything. I really want to get to know you more and take you out."
"You don't have to pity me because you feel bad for me."
