Scomiche One Shots

Suicide

I'm so done.

Here's a little about myself so you know the whole story

My name is...well, I really don't remember. My parents never gave me a name. I was raised out of society. My parents basically used me as a slave. Around the time I was 16 they both died. I was left alone with my life spiraling out of control. I had depression from both of them. For the past year I have been contemplating suicide. Today is the day.

I walk up the Californian mountains. I finally reach my destination. A large hole dug into the mountains. 8 feet across. 160 feet down. Head first. I stand on the edge looking down into the dark hole I'm ready to jump into and never come back out of again. I look up and get ready just as I hear a voice

"Please don't do it."

"Why shouldn't I?" I reply back

"Your a wonderful human being, you must have something in your life to live for."

"Nope, parents are dead. I'm alone in this world"

"...What if I took care of you"

I think about his offer. I'd never had a regular parent before

"Would you promise?" I say cautiously

"I swear."

I slowly back away from the hole, I see the random man's hand stick out. I take it and fall backwards crying. He holds me tightly trying to calm me down.

"Let's get you home and get you taken care of."

He was a very tall muscular man. Blonde hair, blue eyes. 6 foot at least. We get in his car and drive. Heading out of the mountains

"Thankyou." I say

"My pleasure. What is your name?"

"Uh... I don't know. My parents never named me."

"Really?"

"Yup."

We arrive at a large house. Many cars are parked there. He helps me out since I was weak. He places his keys into the door and helps me in. The house filled with chatter

"Hey Scott!"

"Can you help me?"

4 people come in and look at me shocked

"Uh..hello"

"Hi." I say awkwardly

"Kirstie could you help her shower?"

"Yeah, follow me sweetie"

she helps me up and to a bathroom. Taking off my clothes and teaching me through washing myself. I get out and put on some of the clothes she offers. Heading downstairs. The people wait there with food and a warm drink

"Oh my god." I say smiling "thankyou"

"No problem"

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SHOULD I TURN THIS INTO A STORY?? Please tell me because I came up with this and some of my stories will be ending soon. So like, would you guys be interested in this kid of story? Let me know!!!