Tw: Includes suicide attempt
Zak POV
I stood at the edge of the building, looking down. It's really high up.
Exactly what I wanted.
Tears were streaming down my face but I didn't care. I've finally had enough of this endless cycle in life, I can't take it anymore.
No one loves me, no one cares about me, no one would give a shit if I died.
I felt my breathing get more ragged as I prepared myself. I wonder what it's like to die, maybe it's peaceful, maybe it's not, but whatever it is it's probably better than my life now.
I thought about all the happy memories I've throughout my life, I felt myself smile sadly.
Then I thought about all the bad memories. The bad out weighed the good. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
It's time.
"Wait!"
My eyes shot open as I heard a sudden yell. I looked down and saw a man standing on the side walk, at the bottom of the building.
I saw him run inside the building I was on, probably coming to the top. I knew he would try to talk me out of it, and it might work.
I had enough time to jump, I could do it right now and he would be too late. And yet, here I was still standing there, unmoving.
A few seconds later I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw the man, he looked out of breath.
I immediately regretted my decision, I should've jumped. I turned back around towards the edge and said, "Leave me alone."
"No, just hear me out." The man said, "You don't have to do this."
"I know you don't know me, and I don't know you either, but there's a better life for you."
"You look so young and if you do this you would never what you could've done if you decided to stay a little longer."
I covered my mouth, restraining myself from crying hysterically.
I turned towards the man slowly, and he gave me a soft smile.
"Please, don't do this to yourself." He said.
He walked forward slowly and hesitantly grabbed my arm. He lead me away from the edge and I felt his arms around me.
I began sobbing into his chest, and he didn't judge me.
He just hugged me, whispering reassuring things softly.
Is this what it feels like to be loved?
