A/N This is a tribute for 9/11 it will deal with depression and suicide. I apologize if this offends anyone or is inaccurate. My condolences go out to the families of the victims.
My legs were dangling off the edge. Today was the anniversary of that day. Every year on this day I felt horrible and tried to end the pain, but being a country means I can't. I took out the knife as I remembered their screams. After that day I stopped being able to dream or even sleep. I wrote England a note, so he wouldn't worry. The man raised me and no matter what we had gone through he still raised me. He gave me the suit I'm wearing. I made sure to sharpen the knife I was holding. The knife was too dull last year. I looked at my wrist. There should of been scars, but they always healed. England should have found the note by now. I think he would have called the cops. I opened the bottle of pills. I swallowed them all. I put the knife to my skin. I sliced. I chugged the bottle of whiskey. I remembered finding out that it would take a lot to kill me. I remembered being to scared to test it. I'm not scared of that anymore. They needed a hero. I couldn't be a hero. I'm not a hero. If I die I'll see my people. If I survive I'll see my friends tomorrow. I pushed off the edge and a memory of childhood, of innocence, hit me.
England! I wish that I could fly. Like that bird, all the way up in the sky. I'm gonna try one day.
A/N Once again I am so very sorry for the families of the victims. I wrote it in this emotionless and hectic manner because that's how I thought when I tried to kill myself. If you have these thoughts talk to someone. Find help. September 10th is national suicide prevention day. If you lost someone because of a suicide of 9/11 I am sorry, so very sorry. No one should have to go through that pain.