I know I have another story here that is unfinished but I really don't know how much longer it will continue, if at all. So I have had a number of ideas, and I think I'm going to start on this one. Another Idea I had was a crossover with our favourite red head and Mallory from the film 'Welcome to the Riley's.' If anyone has seen that film let me know your opinions for the crossover. Anyway, here is the prologue kinda, I will return to this point further on in the story. I hope this works.
"It's happening again, everyone is leaving, everyone always leaves"
"You feel alone?" I nodded responding to the cutting question.
"I keep telling myself to suck it up, that bad shit happens you just have to get on with it but I can't"
"It's hard to let go of things that mean a lot to you" There was a long silence fill the room, the only sound being my sniffles and stifled cries.
"I'm scared" I finally said.
"Scared of what?" Helen asked sympathetically.
"Of myself" The words came out quiet and strained.
"Are you indicating that you're suicidal?"
"There's nothing more terrifying when you realize you aren't afraid to die anymore" I said avoiding the question. Helen looked at me notably worried but didn't say anything; I took it as an indication to carry on.
"I don't even look when I cross the road anymore; I don't count the number of pills that come out the bottle I just take them, I was walking in the park the other day at like, 3 am, and there was this rustling in the bushes and I prayed that there was someone there, I prayed for it to be the thing to take me." I paused for a moment, wiping the tears from my face, I kept my eyes on my feet to frightened to look up and see Helens expression.
"I've stopped caring about myself, absolutely and entirely, and that's scary"
"Emily, if you're hurting yourself you know that I have to report it"
"I'm not" I shook my head, "I'm not"
"Do you want to hurt yourself?"
I shook my head, "I just want it all to stop."
