He Came To Save Me

WARNING: Suicidal references, Sexual content, violence, gore, etc. Will be present. Be advised.

Everything written in this story is just made up by Anonymous21Sheep, which is me, haha. Lol. Please, remember that. Nothing that is typed in this story is remotely real.

"I try everyday to get him to come to me. It works, but only for a few minutes before my parents find me and nurse me back to health. It sucks really." I mumble, crossing my legs as I'm looking my therapist dead in the eyes. Savannah is her name, she never judges me; she just silently listens to me rant about trying to commit suicide everyday.

It's kind of normal now.

"How does it "suck"?" she asked, serious as she writes this down on her notepad.

I hunch over in my chair, exhaling sharply. "Because he never wants me to die. He says that if I die, he'll never be able to see me again." I admit, remembering those lushest moments with him.

"Who is he, Kevin?" She glances up at me as a soft chuckle escapes me.

I stare back with dull, green eyes. "Why none other than the Grim Reaper himself." I scoff.