Not The Kind Of Death You Think…

Warning: Suicide







You’re taking this surprisingly well.”

“I am, aren’t I? Oh well I’m sure it’ll settle in later.” He left his friend next to the coffin and found his way to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed he ran to one of the stalls and puked. He had barely made it to the toilet. He sat there on the floor almost in a daze. A text alert went off on his phone. He ignored it, but it only went off more.



Were r u?

Do you want me to drive you home r no?

Jay?

Jason?

Helloooo?



Coming



He pulled himself up and washed his face off. On the way back to his house he gazed out the window. It felt like the world had fractured. He thought Gabe had been one of the good ones. He thought he was good enough for his sister. Till she came to his house covered in bruises begging for help. He shouldn’t have left her.

“Here you are!”

“Thanks.”

“Hannah’ll understand if you don’t wanna come tomorrow.”

“I’ll be there. Till then say hi for me.” He gave a smile then turned to walk inside. Once inside he went to the cabinet. He grabbed out a pill bottle. He didn’t take the pills. He turned on the shower and sat on the floor. Despite the burning water he still felt cold. His clothes were sopping wet. He goes to his desk and grabs out a pen. He writes a note and heads to the kitchen. He attaches it to the fridge and walks outside. His house is right next to a bridge. He walks to the middle of the bridge and steps up on to the railing. Stretching out his arms he leans forward.






























Suddenly someone grabs his arm.

They pull him back and he falls to the cement.

He tries to get back to the railing, but they keep hold of him. He turns to see, his sister?! No, she just looks like her. Still, it hurts to see her. He slumps to the ground and sobs.

“Please. I..I can’t take it.”

She doesn’t let go. She holds him until the police get there.

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