Cry for Help

by Joy Katie

This is a major trigger warning story. I started writing this for a reason. I intend to write it when I need to. It is not something that will have frequent updates. She wanted help. She needed it. She didn't know how to ask for it. Sometimes help comes from the most unexpected of places. But a silent cry for help doesn't necessarily mean you are ready to accept it. M for themes.

1. Prologue

Cry For Help

All it would take is one step. One jump. One cut.
She could do it.
Couldn't she?

Could she?

Did she have it in her to take such a drastic step?
Did she even need to?

Would anyone care?
Would they be happy that she had done something right for the first time?

What if it failed?
Would they laugh? Would they mock her because she can't even do that properly?
Would she spend the rest of her life being reminded of how she can't even end her own life successfully?

Was she weak for wanting to do it?
Or was she weak for questioning whether she should?

Is it possible to have regrets in the afterlife?
Is there even any such thing as life after death?

Would she take this step and then just cease to exist?
What about her family? Would they remember her? Would they forgive her?

Is she being too impulsive? She has thought about this. She has considered her options.

It was clear that she could do it…

The question was whether she should.