Nightmare?

Nightmare? 4

Shorty POV

For the past month I didn't touch my iPod or phone and I didn't reply to any messages or whatever. Today was the first time i even got on a social network. All I did was get on Facebook and post a status.

*feel better and want to hang with a friend on the outside world. I'm going to community park @ 4 and people should join me and make me feel better* post.

I ignore all notifications received and watch Netflix like I have been for the past miserable summer month. I finished watching supernatural, Mason's favorite show. After an episode of pretty little liars I headed to the park like I promised. I grave my bike and ride off.

When I was on the bleachers I had realized I didn't do a whole lot for Mason, or any of my friends. If any of my friends committed suicide, including Mason who already did, I can't say "what didn't i do for you to make you stay" I would have to say "I wish I has done more to make you stay." Honestly I wish that was what I whispered into my dead friends ear instead or what I actually whispered. Doesn't matter thought since he couldn't hear or process it because he was fucking dead.

I get to the park and I go to the left corner of the park, where I usually like to hang out with friends. There, there is a plaque for the suicide survivors and the canal where me and Mason dipped our feet in and talked. That was a great day. Roni was there too, Mason's non biological sister. It was the last day of seventh grade and it was the best.

I got a bunch of people from school to decide to walk to community after school on the last day. I had made PB&J sandwiches and shared with everyone else. Mason showed up a little later after a lot of people had left. We read our yearbook signings. Zackipoo had confessed to liking me a little in my yearbook. Mason had 5 girls confess their love for him. Well crush I guess. That's was the moment I realized I liked him more then a friend, but never dared admit it.

I walk over and stand on the bridge across the huge canal. I step between the safety rails to stand on the concrete to face the flowing waters. I look down and there's nothing that I can see except murky water. Maybe some rocks and a can of beer or something.

I want to jump so bad, into the fast rushing waters. I could survive, but I also might not. I've only been here for twenty minutes, without anyone showing up, and I already want to end my life. I've been thinking about that way too much, and him. It's sad. I have though. I have been thinking that if the happiest person I'll ever love can't handle this life, then I don't want to either. Plus I want to see my grandpa and papa. I need to tell them something.

I don't know if Mason believed in God so I don't know if he went to heaven. I know he was excited to hang out with me at church but I didn't know if it was because he wanted to go to church or he wanted to hang out with me. Either way I remember him liking it a lot.

I look out across the water. All the way down till my blurry vision can't see and I tilt my head up to look at the sky. So much more peaceful then the crashing waters below me.

I am doing it. Im disappearing. I'm leaving this world. I'm committing suicide. My family will be fine. It will all be fine if I just take that one last step. No one will find me. No one will care too much.

I grab the rails, take one last breath of this world, close my eyes, reach my foot out as if to take another step on this hot concrete. And let go.

"SHORTY! DON'T!!!"

As soon as I heard my name I grab the railing again but I slipped. I see the person screaming and running toward me and I loose my balance even more. With the crash of the water also comes confusions and disbelief.

Mason?

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