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Suicide Forest

'This is it huh?' The woman looks up the forest, taking in the sight of the thin trunk of the trees around her.

She takes a breath in then out as she closed her eyes, exclusively hearing the animals living within her vicinity.

For once in her life. She felt so free... free from all the trouble she's gotten herself into. Her body grew weaker and weaker as each second passed, as if she was being driven to sleep.

That is until she hears someone or something stepping on dried leaves. It was getting closer.

The woman's breath hitches as her body tensed. She couldn't move, all that she could do was look around... to her right then her left.

A person...? She hasn't seen one of those in... wait, she has a friend?... Oh, she was with one of those so called friend yesterday, it wanted to go the movies with her.

Her thoughts were interrupted with a sigh. A quiet sigh from a dejected looking woman. She eyed the individual...

The woman had jet black hair that cascaded down past her shoulders and seemed oblivious of another presence here. She doesn't seem... miserable...? Who is she to judge? She might even say the individual is happy... 'she's the type of person who'd tell me that pain is temporary and that I should go on', she concluded

She mentally scoffed, she's always hated people like that, so positive, upbeat, and happy... just... 'eww'. Maybe she isn't like that, once again, who is she to judge? 'Social interaction Kassie? Disgusting! But then again, it wouldn't hurt right? Might as well talk to someone who can relate to me, we're both going to check out anyway.'

"What brings you here," Kassie (our lovely main character) says practically yelling. The other woman snaps her head to her direction. The woman shoots a barely noticeable smile at our lovely main character, this jet blackhaired woman looks away.

"Ow. You could at least pretend that you're happy to see me," Kassie says emotionless, she doesn't even try to put sentiment. She could just hear someone yell she's weak. Well she is... to be fair.

The woman finally looks at her but this time, she's the one looking away. "Sorry...," barely audible but genuine. The blackhaired woman slighlty looks down in shame. The other still wasn't looking. 'Maybe she didn't hear m-'.

"One of my friend's parents died here..." after she shot her head up to the other woman, causing the brunette to glance at this... frantic... yes, frantic woman. "...what're you doing here?" 'Is she concerned...?'

The brunette scoffed and smiled, taken aback by this mystery woman that genuinely was concerned for her. "I'm not here to check out like you are."

She was impressed, "Is it her death anniversary?" The brunette asked, the other exhaled as she shot the brunette with a look that screamed 'I ask you, you answer'.

Kassie would have fun messing with this girl all day, if it wasn't the day she decided that she's had enough. She sits down next to this mystery of a woman.

The black haired woman sighs as the brunette looks at her. The brunette giggles one last time keeping the smile on her face as she stops... "I guess you'll be visiting both of us every year from now on," she looks away, the smile slowly fading away.

"Does that make it better?" The atmosphere turned serious, almost so uncomfortable that the brunette felt like she had to answer. She tried to but nothing came out.

"In this forest I'm serious, that's not even funny," the brunette cringed, everything she ever wanted to hear was from this woman... a woman she met where she was to supposed to leave everything behind.

She felt nauseous... she was sick to her stomach. Only now had she realized she deserved so much more. All this time she thought she would do the world a favor by ending it early. She was shaking and hyperventilating. Panic attack.

The black haired woman lightly smiled and stayed calm. She tries to push the brunette's hands away from her face
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I didn't want her dying, I know.... very hypocritical to say that 'it's wrong to romanticise things that damage other people in real life' when she's clearly depressed here. I based it off her story, her real life story where Kassie was clinically depressed. Yes, actually depressed and I know that's wrong either way but I had no plans nor any motivation to finish this so that's better....? I guess.....

My thoughts
I am not continuing this.

It isn't bad, the romanticising thing is just what bothers me....

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