I decided I will be updating this again because of what's happening. Also feel free to dm me if you feel depressed, and stuff or when your bored:)
Warning: May be triggering for you. She is kind of suicidal and stuff.
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Another thing about strangers is that their way of seeing you might as well be better than someone who knew you forever. A strangers way of seeing you is fresh that way they tend to be right. At least in my case it is.
The sky reflected on the water as we moved away. Cloudy thoughts left me dazed until Noah said,
"Lets play a game-"
I cut him off
"That's stupid,"
"Shut up and listen. Once a month on the last Saturday, we will meet up here. During our get together we will list reasons to commit suicide and the other will prove them otherwise until we run out of reasons and gain a will to live. It doesn't matter what time it is as long as we're both here. If one of us were stood up, he or she can jump"
"I can still jump whenever. It's called free will." I challenged
"Not if that means I will jump"
"Are you implying your going to stalk me?"
"No, trust me if someone committed suicide here it would be known everywhere."
"Whatever" I rolled my eyes and left.
His hands grabbed my wrists. I brushed his hands off by reflex. I turned around to face him. He has forest green eyes. Not the vibrant green, but the more toned down and realistic kind. His lips were full and parted and he had long dark brown lashes.
Why do guys always have better lashes?
He extended his hand.
"I'm Noah"
"Mia"
"See you on Saturday"
"Yeah" I whispered or I said it in my head.
We shook hands, and parted ways.
Noah
Noah sounds so familiar, but where have I met him?
Your overthinking Noah is a very common name.
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I strolled down the street by my house, which was always quiet and boring. This time I went through the yard, it was usually open at night. The smell of cigarettes filled my lungs as I walked in.
The kitchen lights were still on. I scooped up some strawberry icecream and just scrolled through social media. I washed my dishes, then proceeded. While I went up the stairs, muffled sobs were heard from my parents room. I assumed it was my sister since she's always crying. Something didn't feel right though because my sister would never cry in my parents' room.
It's probably Mom, dumbass.
For a moment I debabted if I should even do anything. Curiously, I opened the door. In the corner of the room, my mom sobbed. Her hand covered her mouth as tears fell down her face. She curled herself into a ball. When she noticed me, she hid her face immediately. I stalked towards her, and then removed the hair on her face. A fresh bruise was placed right beneath her eye. I lifted her head, so that she faced me.
"Was it Dad?"
She slightly nodded and went to bed.
"Leave"
I rushed back to my room. Emotions waved through my head. I felt guilty most of all.
If you weren't born, this would never happen.
On impulse I grabbed one of my pins, and dragged it across my forearm. I assessed my arm as I rubbed it. A red mark was left on my skin. It was one of those marks that look like it will scar, but wares off over night. When it comes to these things, I'm smart-ish.
It's what I deserve anyways.
I read some lousy book until I fell asleep. It was really cold. I woke up to snuggle closer to my blanket.
My throat tickled. I began to cough nonstop, and soon enough I gasped for air. I repeated that over and over again. My head began to throb, so I reached for some left over pills in my room, and knocked myself out.
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