Short Stories

Jenny & Jackson

Something about her makes me able to speak so confidentially to her, I usually can't even say a sentence.

"Since I guess we both see that we can live for another hour without being too bothered, how about we take a walk?" I ask, moving away from the tree and tilting my head slightly. She only nods and jumps off the rock, her black trench coat lifts allowing me to see her skinny frame. My legs start moving to where I had planned to go earlier, but I know she's following because her footsteps are anything but quiet.

I see the sun about to set over the barren hills, the dark water rushing below. Everything is so calming, so perfect in all the wrong ways. With a sigh I stop at the all too familiar cliff, and I hear her stop next to me.

"It just makes you want to scream, doesn't it?" My voice pierces the quietness and she looks at me confused, "What?"

"Just to break the quietness, let out all your emotions. Just scream and cry and yell,"

"No, you're insane,"

"I don't get that often, what makes you think that?"

"You seem way too comfortable around a stranger, too friendly, and you want to yell at nothing, yeah I'm not sure why I think you're insane," sarcasm, I like her.

I chuckle, "try it, you won't regret it,"

She sighs and starts talking, "this world is absolute shit and the people are worse," her voice gets louder, "sometimes I just wish I could just get away from it all," now she started to yell, "maybe ending it will help, either it be myself or literally everyone else! I'm tired of dealing with all these shitty people who don't give a flying fuck about what others are going through! I just want to take a gun to their heads and hear them be quiet for awhile!" 

I couldn't help but smile at her, she was so angry in the most beautiful way. Now, it was my turn, "My parents don't care about me, everyone only uses me for their own benefit, all of their non-heartfelt compliments make me feel worse, like I'm not good enough to be here. I've started to believe myself and today was supposed to my last, my final attempt to feel something other than sadness and anger... I-I just want to die..." My voice was shaking and I was sobbing, but there was still a smile on my face. 

"This was supposed to be last thing I saw before I died," I whimper weakly and sniffle. She didn't seem phased by my rant and instead continued staring at the view. 

"I understand," Those words hit me hard, someone knows my pain?

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