Bullied By The Pack 'ThePack ff' {On Hold}

eleven || part two

((Warning: Suicide and triggering))

||Memories can hurt||

The young girls legs felt like jelly, running to her suicidal friends house. She needed to save him. She need to be the friend she knew she had to be. To be strong for the two.

Not knowing the Best friend was already nearing the cliff. His mind thinking of the days he was bullied, the days when that girl would save him, only for the girl to be beat up as he ran away.

The girl knocked on his familys door and she anxoiusly waited as she heard the slowly heavy foot steps. The white door opened and she didnt bother for introductions. She bounded up the doors as she heard the yells of Mats father.

"Alexia dear? Whats gotten into you?" She heard the low voice of Mats father and following footsteps.

"Mat, Where is he? He-he was being suicidal and left me hanging and i dont know what to do, i-i dont want him to go... H-he cant leave me." The crying girl said and paniced when no moving organizim was in his room.

"He was going for a walk... Ill call the police." Mats father opened his cell phone and dialled the three numbered number.

Alex, who was still sobbing realized... "T-the cliff!" She exclaimed and started running outside, ignoring the protests of the father.

Mat who was walking slowly wiped his tears away as he climbed up the hill and breathed in the nice air.

"Atleast i will die peacefully." He whispered and noticed a old rope. Probably the kids who were stupid tried to climb down to the valley.

He tied the rope into a noose and say down. "A-am i really going to do this?" He asked himself and started having second thoughts.

'No one would miss you if you died!' 'Who even liked you?' 'Ha, you think you can live like us?' 'Your such a geek!' 'You deserve to be lonely.'

The thoughts kept flying though his thoughts as he then put the noose arounf his neck.

"No one will miss me. Anyways..." He then stood up and faced back. His life flashing though his eyes.

Maybe they can finally be hapoy.

The teenage boy. The suicidal boy, the bullied boy, the dead boy...

"MATTHEW NO PLEASE!"

Then the poor girl was to late.