(Trigger warning

(Mentions of suicide

(Very mild graphic imagery

(Mentions of IRL problems

(I used the visual prompt and not the name, sorry ^^”

Suicide.

The stars flash in the still sky as time diverges.

One question, was I late?

My palms were cut and bloodied on the dense bark city, as I stumbled my way through this dystopia. The shadows devoured my footsteps as I forced my body to move faster. I couldn’t stop now.

I burst through the dense thicket, taking into my arms the body of my friend. The knife on the floor was covered in blood as I lay in the clearing, cradling over the corpse in my arms.

I hadn’t cried in years, but the loss my the most important person in my life was enough to end that. My salty tears assaulted his wound, while I wept for my poor friend.

I wept for all the time I had lost with him, how I loved to see him smile, and hated when he was sad. I cried and cried until I heard it, a silent cough.

I opened my eyes to see the cleaning seemingly illuminated, the figure in my arms smiling up at me, where I hugged and held his figure tenderly.

He had survived.

//

Every month my friend is like this. He struggles with depression, and so do I.

But we’re always there for one another.

Please, be there for your friends and family.

If they seem different, go and reach out to them.

Even if they are okay, it’ll mean the world that someone cares.

Just earlier today my friend messaged me about how he felt he was useless, and a mistake, and all sorts of analogy.

But he saved my life, and so he is priceless.

He is the reason why I’m here to write this, and I am forever grateful.

Please, unlike in the story, there is no overcoming death.

One you’re gone, you’re gone.

And nobody wants that