My One Little Disastrous Mistake... (A #13ReasonsWhyContest Story Entry)
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One day...a mysterious post is made. All there is on it is an audio recording.
No one knows how it got there, why it was posted, or even who posted it.
But over the course of the one hour it stayed posted, many people had brought themselves to listen to the audio.
...and ended up in tears, just from hearing who was on the audio.
After the hour ended, the post was removed. But not before everyone knew about it and heard it at least once.
Can you guess who was talking on the audio?
I probably could...but I'm not telling who it is on the audio.
(Note: Topics such as suicide are a big deal for me, as they might be for anyone that comes across it. While this entry does have slight mentions of these topics, the purpose of this story is made clear.)
(The point?: When you think all hope seems lost, it really isn't. There will always be someone to help you back away from the ledge.)
(If requested, this story might be expanded to show what else happened in the events involving the audio recording. This story just contains the audio recording, in written story form.)
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