The Note Part 1
*Your POV*
You had planned this moment for a while now, for months. You stood outside the stage door at James Madison University, your hand-written note trembling vigorously in your hand. I shouldn't go through with this, your thoughts chimed. No. I need to. I want to. Judging by the fans you heard squealing, it was obvious that the Whose Live guys had finally gotten out. Despite the urge to run up to them, you stayed towards the back of the crowd until only a few were left.
Maneuvering around some people, you made your way to both Ryan and Greg. "Hey, it's great to meet you guys," you smiled, holding the paper you had behind your back. They politely return the smile and say, "Thanks for coming out then!" You guys continued to have your standard, run of the mill conversation, but you spotted Jeff and Chip, who you really needed to talk to. Nothing against Ryan or Greg, but for some reason it was… different.
"You guys did a great show tonight," you tell them sincerely. They both exchange a glance and grin. "Well you did a great job of… being here," Jeff chuckles. The paper you were holding felt hot in your hands, and it reminded you of what you really came to do. "Here, um… this is gonna be kind of odd, but I have something for you guys." Chip raised his eyebrows. "Oh really? What is it?" You tried not to grimace because you knew what it contained. "Here," you mutter, handing it over to Jeff. "Oh, you guys don't need to read it right now… I just… yeah. Nice meeting you guys." Your sentence trails off as you begin walking as fast as you can in the other direction. You take one look back to see both Jeff and Chip already looking at it.
*Jeff's POV*
"Well it's one of the more normal things that we've gotten, huh?" Chip jokes. I'd already started reading it though, and it didn't look good.
To whomever decides to read this,
I'm making a decision that I don't think I'm going to regret. I'm tired of living my life because all I do is give and give with no reward or payment back. I'm tired of living for the sake of other people, though recently I haven't even had anyone there to tell me that. I feel all alone in this world, but I didn't always. Watching Whose Line and Improv-a-Ganza, as stupid as this will sound, was one of the few things that brightened up my life just a little. I wanted to meet you and tell you that you guys really did help me.
I know that this is really weird, and I'm sorry. But thank you for everything that you do, even though you didn't know it was helping me specifically. Unfortunately or not, this is my end. I've decided that 18 years suffering on this Earth is enough. Lucky for me, I got the highest hotel room in the city.
Thanks again, and goodbye.
Oh my god, this couldn't be what I think it is. "Chip. Chip, run after her," I manage to tell him. He looks confused though because he hadn't finished the note. I turn and look him right in the eyes. "Chip, go catch her!" He must have seen something wrong written on my face, because he broke out into a sprint in the last direction we saw that girl go. She couldn't have gotten far, but she might have caught a taxi or something.
"Damn," I mutter, running a hand through my hair. "Going to us before committing suicide? How alone is she?" Some yelling down the street catches my attention, and I can only hope that it's Chip bringing her back here.
*Chip's POV*
I didn't really know why Jeff wanted me to get that girl, but I could tell that whatever was in the rest of that note had really fucked with him. He looked real shaken up and even worried. So without any real clue where she was going, I ran off down the street in hopes that I could find her before something bad happened. I must have gone at least a couple of blocks before I finally spotted her entering a rather large hotel.
"Hey, stop!" I yell to her, still barely out of earshot. She sees me though, and quickly runs inside. I sprint as fast as I can to follow her in, and when I get there she's already gone into an elevator. "Fuck," I grumble under my breath, because I didn't want my thoughts to be correct. But if they were… I got inside an elevator as quick as I could and hit the button to go to the top floor, and out on the roof.
I ran down the hallways until I found a way that I could get up to the very top. I really didn't want my thoughts to be right; I didn't want this to happen. But as I push open the door, my heart immediately sank. She was there… standing on the ledge of the 20 story building.
*Your POV*
You heard the door to the roof open, and looked back to see Chip Esten standing there, worry printed all over his face. "Don't you dare call the cops," you growl, turning around to face him. He held up his hands. "I won't, I promise. Why don't you come here?" You merely scoff and take another look over the edge. Fuck, this is really high up… But endorphins and adrenaline were pumping through your body, fueling your brain with the courage to take that one final step.
"Can't we talk about this?" he asked, taking a couple strides toward you. "No," you snap back. "What's there to fucking talk about? Let me sum it up for you. I'm all alone, completely. So I'm fucking unnecessary, right? You don't wanna deal with this bullshit anyways." Chip takes a couple more steps, almost within reach. "Well that's not fair at all; you didn't give us a chance. And besides, you won't look nearly as gorgeous as you do now as a pile of goop on the sidewalk." You can't help but smile, and your anger begins to turn to sadness.
"I just… don't have friends, a house, or a family. What the hell am I supposed to do with myself?" you ask, voice trembling. "We can take care of that," Chip says with a small smile, now reaching out for your hand. "How old are you sweetheart?" It takes a moment for you to respond, because now you felt conflicted. "I j-just turned 18," you stutter, debating whether or not you should take his hand. "Well perfect, Jeff will love you then," Chip laughs, and a giggle escapes your lips. You take one last look down at all of the people and cars, looking so small and like toys… when he grabs you by the waist and pulls you on top of him, safe from the ledge.
*Chip's POV*
I'd done it. I'd saved her from making a big mistake and killing herself. I mean fuck, she was only 18. She has her whole life ahead of her, and it's really a shame that life's dealt her with a shitty hand. I didn't really know how else to get her down safely besides just pulling her off, and I didn't want her to hit the concrete, so this seemed like the best idea. But damn, the ground wasn't exactly soft.
She was crying, so I sat her up next to me and let her compose herself. I put an arm around her shoulder, trying to comfort her without seeming like I was hitting on her. She probably needed a father-type figure in her life. I softly brought her face up to meet mine, and gave her a grin. "You're alright, right?" She nodded and wiped her eyes. I stood up and helped her to her feet, then took her hand and led her down to the lobby.
