Strangers

Every year, on the 1st of March, I go on omegle and type in suicide in the interest box. I help those who have thoughts on suicide. You're probably wondering why am I wasting my time in this? But two years ago on the same date a girl named Maya Former committed suicide. She was my sister. She was only 15 years old. I could've helped her. Saved her. Been a really good little sister. But no. I ignored her. And her so called friend is the one to blame.

*** I took my jacket off and raced upstairs. I just came back from Maya's grave and couldn't wait to talk to people on the internet. I took the monster energy drink I saved for later from my mini fridge and I took out my laptop and did my usual tradition that I've been doing for two years. I opened the can and gulped down a few sips. I waited for someone to join me in the same interest. When nobody turned up, I reluctantly moved my cursor towards the disconnect button. Stranger: Wait!