I'm walking to the bridge. This is it, this is where I'm gonna die, this is where in finally gonna end it. I gripped my suicide note as I was looming near the edge.
It said ***( IM NOT TELLING YOU GUYS YET)
I'm so close.
I'm gonna jump.
I look up to the sky and mouthed the words goodbye.
But I was tackled by this insane girl, what in the actual fuck is wrong with her.
"Why the fuck would you do that, you dumbass bitch, what the fuck is wrong with you, i was gonna finally be happy, i wasn't going to suffer anymore."
"Suicide is not the answer dumbass its just a long term solution to a temporary problem. " That problem may not be as temporary as you think, but it doesn't matter, why am I telling you this its not like you would ever understand." he said.
"No one ever understands" I whispered quietly, but loud enough for her to hear.
"Oh I understand more than you could ever know." she said her cracking towards the end
And I just stand there shocked, little miss perfect Sarah hayes is like me. But she can't. There's no reason for her to feel the way that I do. She turned away from me and walked away to her car.
She drove.
She drove away from me, but somehow into this dark little corner in my heart.
She didn't say goodbye, and neither did it
Because goodbye just wasn't for us.
I left town that day I told my parents about it and they sent m away to live in this center for ppl like me and now I'm with my grandparents. I wonder wat she meant by more than I will ever know, was she suicidal, pftt a pretty perfect girl like her with awesome grades. Sure I'll believe that wen pigs fly. In this center in they're making more and more depressed. The things I used to find joy in just makes me sad. I can't remember the last time, ismiled or laughed or even had the will to speak.
Three years later, senior year.
I'm finally going back, even though I have urges to slit my wrists and overdose again im fine. I still don't smile. Doc seems to think I made a wonderful recovery and wants to place me in a familiar setting to get along and open up to people. I'm kind of glad, now i won't have the desperate nurses after me.
Its the first day of school and right when i walk through the doors people literally just stop and stare at me. I guess the news that I'm a suicidal psycho is out or i came at fourth period. Theres a bunch of freshman girls giggling near me, i guess they don't know about Eli the Freak. I keep walking looking at the ground with my hood up. The late bell rang but I wasn't going to run to class, i already graduated two years ago, since i had enough credits. A teacher came at the classroom and attempted to scold me for the hood and not being in class so i did what my cousin charlie taught me. I acted if i was mental closing one eye and staggering while saying gibberish. I would have been rolling on the floor laughing if i saw my self. He couldn't rerally understand what i was doing , he held a finger in the air m,outh agape then shut it and went back into his class room.
As i cooly make my way at the end of the hall like a ninja because thats who i am. I see her. I see the dumb girl that ruiined it all for me. I would have been perfectly happen if she didn't tackle me like a fat kid wanting the last cookiie. I stomp my way towards her.
She still doesn't notice my presence which is kind of dumb because my stomping made a pretty loud echo. as im like two breaths away froim her quietlt fuming she turns around to face me. Her face dull and blank. I howevcer, didnt give a flying fuck about how she was feeling because she made me go to a mental hospital in the middle of no where with grandparents that are tyo old to even remember their own names. My life has taken a turn because of her.
I expected her to say smething, basically anything for an explanation to what she did to me. We just stood there face to face quietly. Our faces both blank, then she did some thing
she turned around and walked away from me
I hope this is the last time i will see her
im going to try to jump off the roof on friday hopefully that bitch won't get any ideas and save me again because i will make her PAY.
SO I DONT REALLY KNOW HOW I DID ON THIS, I KIND OF FRORGOT TO DO THIS. iM EVEN TRYING TO WORK BACKWARDS WHEN I DRAFT IT BUT THIS CHAPTER I JUST TYPED IT.
HOPEFULLY THIS DOESNT SUCK TOO BAD
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