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Angry red lines. That’s what I called them. I hated them, loathed them. But at the same time, I needed them. I needed the pain, the sight of blood on my wrist. But summer was coming soon. It would be too hot for jumpers and long sleeves, so I was trying to go cold turkey. But it was so hard. So, so hard. Often I found myself holding the blade in my hands. Most of the time, I don’t even mean to. It just sort of, happened. And I hated myself for it. I wanted to stop. I really did. But it was like a drug; I needed it. I thought maybe telling someone might help. But I didn’t want them to look at me like that. Like I was a broken thing that couldn’t to be fixed. But the scars; the scars will always be there. They’ll never go away. They’ll always …show more content…
I needed to get out of that house. I just didn’t belong. As I neared the bridge, I heard the sound of the rapid water, which always helped clam me. I look over the rails to see the jagged rocks popping out in random places along the river. If I ever were to kill myself this would be the place. If I planned it right, I could hit my head on a rock and render myself unconscious as I bled out or drowned or whatever happened next. As long as I died, I didn’t really care how.
Honestly, I was exhausted. I was sick and tired of acting like I was okay. Like I didn’t care about what the people at school said about me. Like I was okay with how critical my parents were about everything I didn’t and the cruel things they’d say to me and about me. I was just so sick of it all and I was ready to end it.
Slowly, I put one foot up on an intersection of the wooden stakes, which created a perfect foot hold. I slowly pull the other one up, with only my hands holding onto the rails to keep me balanced. My legs are shaking but I swear to God I’m going to jump.
I am so caught up in the moment that I don’t even notice the person behind me until she grabs me and roughly pulls me
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Her eyes are watery, but she still manages to look so strong. “Do you feel any better?”
“Yeah…” I say in a barely audible whisper. I clear my throat before trying again. “Yeah. Heaps. Thank you.” She smiles, flashing pearly white teeth at me
“Good. Look, I’m no therapist or whatever so I don’t really know what to say, but I can promise to be here if you ever need me. Do you have a phone?” I nod as I hand her my phone. She types in her number and calls herself. “Now I have your number and you have mine. I want you to meet me here, every week. Same time, same place. And if you ever need me before then, I don’t care whether it’s 3pm or 3am, I want you to call me and I’ll be here as fast as I can. But I need you to promise me that you will call me if you need me and then we can get through this together.” I nod, mumbling “thank you’s” over and over.
“So you’re okay now?” She asks again. I nod and she gets up and helps me to my feet. She smiles and hugs me as we exchange names and goodbyes before she turns around to leave.
“I’m gay…” I call out as she’s leaving. I don’t want to lead her on or anything so I figure it best to just tell her

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