Suicide Crossing

Suicide Crossing

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Suicide crossing, where all the broken boys and girls go when they're done with everything..when they're finally ready to leave. It's actually called Stone Creek Cross, but everyone just knows it as Suicide Crossing, because of how many people have taken their lives here. The two train tracks that cross over the rocky creek below were closed years ago due to people jumping in front of the trains, but people still jump off the tracks. Its not even the tracks, or the trains, or the rocks that people come here because of, it's just the area. The spot of the earth. This has been happening here since like the 60's, maybe even further back than that. Everone in a couple hundred mile radius knows about this place, even if the tracks were taken down there's no doubt people would jump from the clifs that drop into the rocky water below. It's just the area. People can come here and completely disaapear. I walk across the rickety tracks slowly, staring at the jagged rocks and water hundreds of feet below me. All my senses are heightened. Am I really going to do this? "You know if you don't you'll wish you did later. Everything will go back to how it was before you came here, people will treat you like shit, pick on you, dispise you, hurt you, just as they do everyday. Go. Be free." A voice in my head screams. I take a shaky breath before looking up. And when I do, I cant beleive what I see. It's...it's a girl. I squint, looking at her figure at the other side of the tracks. All the hair on my body stand up as I stare at here figure. The wind blows in her hair just as mine. My senses become even more heightened than before she notices I'm here. I feel the and pass by my fingertips, I hear the water move below me, I feel my heart thump in my chest. We both know exactly why each of us are here, and we just stare at eachother. I can't just let her kill herself..I just can't. But what will I do to stop her?
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Laying on the ground I couldn’t tell if I was alive or on the verge of death. I felt alive, but I was in a corpses body. But of course, if I was dead who would really care? Parents? My ‘friends’? My relatives, oh I don’t even want to think about that.. No one would really care..at least that is what I thought. Looking over at my wrists I see the familiar red color coming out, but it was worse. Much worse. Feeling my eyes start to close of fatigue I let them fall, I’m tired...all I need is a little..rest. The loud slamming of a door comes to my ears but I pay no attention, it was probably just the wind or my dad coming home not knowing his own strength and breaking the door. But that wasn’t on my mind right now. Rest. Thats all I need. A break. A time out. A chance to get away. Just a little time. One thing that came to my mind was that song. That song. I was absolute in love with that song, though I never really knew why. It was just that feeling inside that, made you feel connected. Yes. That song. Pierce the Veil, oh his voice is beautiful.. Just can calm me and make me fall asleep. On the verge of life or death I feel like, I’m floating. Something is holding me. Either the arms of angels or demons I don’t know. Just I was floating. The grip around me gets tighter, it wasn’t flames or clouds that I was getting lowered into. It was softer than clouds. It was one of the best places. I obviously have been here at least once, or I wasn’t at all. Maybe in one of my dreams. In a daydream. I wasn’t sure. But whatever or whoever this was made me feel comfortable, something that I haven’t been able to have. I hear this low voice above right above me, it was sad, full of regret, and most of all wanting. Begging. Pleading. Screaming. Crying. “Wake up! I know you can hear me!”

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