Wristcutters: A Story About Hope.

Chapter One.

Wristcutters:A Story About Hope.

Chapter One.

"Hope ; Hold on, pain ends."

I stared down at the cliff. It seemed farther than it used to be. The bridge wasn't that high, but it was high enough for someone to die jumping off of it. I was lucky that the bridge was always so empty. Or else someone would stop me. I made my mind up.

I am going to jump.

The way my heart is beating faster and faster with every look, doesn't make me flinch.

I didn't care anymore.

I took off my hoodie and let it fall. I had to make sure that I'd die when I fall.

An attempted suicide is the worst kind.

I drop my hoodie to see where it lands. I watched as it finally fell on the dry, brown, barren, ground. It was just a tiny little dot. I think to myself that in a moment or two,

That tiny dot is gonna be me.

My knees buckled and my hands shook. My mouth went dry as I felt my heartbeat in my ears. As I look down my feet inched forward as I knew that tomorrow or maybe even the day after, my dead body would be found crushed, broken or bled out. Either way I didn't care. No matter how hard my heart pounded, my mind was determined.

I took a deep breath, and it is true, before you die your life does flashes before your eyes. I suddenly remembered many things. The way my mother used to hold me tight when thunderstorms came as I was little, comforting me by telling me that it was just a change in pressure and temperature. I remembered the way Sarah used to kiss me with her heavenly lips saying she loved me. I remembered the way my dad smiled as he taught me how to ride a bike or when I caught my first fish.

But everything has changed.

Nothing good is in my life anymore. Suddenly, I remembered how my mother cried her heart out when we found out she had stage 2 leukemia. I also remembered how Sarah left me, telling me that it wasn't my fault and I remembered the evening I caught my dad cheating on my mother as I walked into his office and how nothing was ever the same at home again.

I also remembered what happened today.

I then was reassured of why I am doing what I'm about to do.

I gulped as I drown in my own numbness. Yes, my mother would care if I died, but she's unconscious and the doctor says she has two weeks left. And I don't want to sound selfish or anything but I want to be the first to die.

I stop and stare as the sun began to set. I realize I've been standing here for quite some time.

As soon as I saw a raven flying towards me and as soon as the sky turned orange perfect in contrast with the green trees around, I knew that, that was it. That was my moment. I closed my eyes, pretending I could fly as the wind flew across my face gently before I made the fall.

"Are you going to jump?"

A voice startled me almost making me quiver and fall just from the surprise. When I got my balance, I slowly turned my head and saw a girl standing there with a confused look on her face. I was standing on top of a bridge.... what did she think?!

She was thin, pretty short and well, she looked like any other American teenager. Everything seemed normal about her...... oh if I only knew, back then

"Who am I kidding? You obviously are."she said in a dry tone, her short shoulder length chestnut brown hair blowing in the wind. I was sorta surprised as she didn't try to stop me but I said, "It's none of your business."I turned back to face the high cliff.