Beware: contains suicide mention and blood, might trigger some.

Disclaimer: Am I rich? No. Therefore, I do not own anything other that this one-shot. No plagiarism, please.

Other than that, enjoy! Authors note below.

Was this a bad idea? Probably. Did I care? Probably not. Is anyone else going to care? No. They never had, never will.

My legs and sides ached from climbing 30 stories and the daily beating Dash gave me today. All the teacher ignored us, again. My wrists' wee still stinging from yesterday's "escape". I could still smell the blood on me. My parents never notice because they're never home. They choose work over me, they're son.

Howard just tells me to walk it off. How? How can I walk with fifty pounds of depression, anger, anxiety and fear weighing me down? Not to mention the fact that I like a friend that think gayness is pollution. I finally reached my destination just as the sun is setting.

I pull out the pocket knife I always carry with me in case I need an escape from the fake smiling, fake laughing, fake everything. That's what I am.

Fake. I cut once

Weak. Twice.

A freak. Three times, blood was dripping onto the rooftop of the building I'm on by now. I look off the edge. It was a long drop. Maybe I should just end it all. I look up at the rapidly setting sun.

"At least I'll have a good view…" I said to myself, not expecting anyone else to hear.

"A good view for what?"

I whipped my head around so fast, it's a wonder I didn't get whiplash.

"Hey, what's on your arm?" A red-headed a bit shorter than me with a green jacket over a black turtleneck paired with blue jeans and tennis shoes asked again.

"U-um…" I stutter as I try and hide my arm from the cute redhead. Wait, cute?!

While I was lost in thought, the redhead had grabbed my arm and rolled up its sleeve. He was silent for a moment before he spoke,

"Do you want to talk about it?" And talk we did. I even learned that Nomi's (I had found out his name while we talked) parents ts died in a fire when he was eight and then went to live with his grandmother.

"Hey, it's late. Wanna get coffee tomorrow?" Nomi asked, breaking the comfortable silence before.

"Sure. Can I… Um… Can I,maybe, get your phone number?" I was almost a tomato by now. He smiled and nodded his head. Then went our separate ways. That day, I met my future husband, the one who cared.

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Authors Note: This is my first story, so please no hate comments! Because they'll be ignored. I won't ask you to review, because I'll keep posting wether people are reading or not, because this will be for my enjoyment aswell as yours. But constructive criticism is always welcome! And before you ask, I will not have e an updating schedule. I might take requests, but it would take awhile seeing as school is right around the corner. Anyway, hoped you liked the one-shot!