Welcome back to my life with the absent parents, amazing boyfriend, and plain me. So, Caleb saves me for a third time.
So Caleb and I kissed in front of some assholes, in ninth grade. I was bullied.
So me being me, texted my suicide note to Caleb, and went to the roof of a hotel building. It was a place where my friends and I used to hang out, so I figured it would be an appropriate place to you know... die.
I stood on the ledge and took deep breaths. I started to cry. I heard the elevator come up to
the roof, and footsteps as someone ran towards me and hugged me from behind, dragging me away from the edge.
Guess who it was?
A. My mother
B. My father
D. The manager of the hotel
E. All of the above
F. Both a & b
G. None of the above
If you picked C, you are correct. Congrats!!
Caleb pulled me away from the edge and just held me as I cried. I pulled away from him, only for his hands to hold my shoulders and forcing me to look at him. He held me tight.
"Am I not enough?" He whimpered. "Is that why you do this?"
I shook my head, and then he crumpled. He cried and cried, and fuck whoever said that boys don't cry. I cried too. This boy was the love of my life, and I would do anything to make him happy, but I was the one making him cry.
I got a different therapist (the-rapist??) and I actually tried with this one. I didn't take any pills, but I did it. Somehow, I felt better.
Thanks all for today,
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So this is the real me, not the me my family knows or my friends know. This is the me that has tried to take his life and regrets that it didn't work. I'm sorry my sister that you may read this and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you or mom and dad. O...