While walking through the park, she thought about how beautiful the scenery was. She grabbed her phone and opened the camera app, angled it up—and that’s when she saw him. There was a teenage boy hanging off of a tall building. She sighed. She knew exactly where this was going. People commit suicide from that same building almost every week. She had already gave up on saving them. She took a picture of the boy before he would fall to his death, then continued to capture the breathtaking scenery. Moments later, she could hear a loud thud hit the ground. Yet no one spared a glance. She walked over to the building, seeing his lifeless body in an abnormal position because of his fractured bones. She adjusted his bloodied, crushed face. She snapped another picture, making sure to get the puddle of red liquid leaking out around him.

Beautiful.

Dear diary, I have to write fast. I’m almost certain this will be my last entry. I’m hiding under the hospital bed right now. It’s here. I was diagnosed with schizophrenia but I’m telling you this is not it. This doesn’t feel like my other hallucinations. I think it’s actually real. I’ve been taking my medicine— I think, so there’s no way I could’ve hallucinated this well if it was all in my head. I hear it. It’s looking for me. It’s going to find me soon, I’m so scared. I cant think. It’s going to hurt me. It’s getting harder to sob quietly. I’m trying to slow down my breathing, it’s not working. It’s mumbling. It’s scary. It’s really scary. I want to yell for help but it’s right there. I can see it from under here, but I avoid looking, scared I’ll meet its eyes. It’s moving slow so it can surprise me fast. I’m shaking, can’t you see my handwriting? I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment. I’m sorry you had to pay attention to me so much. I’m sorry I wasted your time and money, because all along I was just going to end up like this. I’m so sorry.

(I mistakenly read it as mentally ill but i’ll post this anyways)