The Jock Is Suicidal

The Jock Is Suicidal

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"Because, I don't trust weird, on-crack dudes," I bluntly say. "Ok, not a good argument but I see you've tried," I snort, "but, how about a deal?" He suggests. "Go ahead," I say. "Give me two months, two months to change your mind about me being a 'crack head'. Two months of strict adventure to show you that life's worth living. That earlier at the bridge, there's a better solution. I mean, you couldn't possibly think I saved you for no reason." he says giving me a sideway smile. I returned the smile, "What if I refuse?" "Your choice, actually no. You owe your hero this." he points to himself. "Hero?" I choke out with a laugh. He did save me but a hero? Nah. He gives me a pointed look and I tell him to go on. "Two months to show you life is more beautiful then it seems. Two months to show you life is worth living. Two months and by then if you still dislike me, I'll go.Two months with a crazy sport loving jock and a reading lover geek. Agree?" I think about it for a sec, I mean you only live once. I reach over with my right hand and shake his, "Two months," I say. "Two months," He repeats with a grin
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!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.

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