"Elizabeth, come back here!" You hear the teacher scream as you run out of the classroom.

They did it again, everyone hated  you.
On the whiteboard that morning it stood written in big letters "Elizabeth go kill yourself"
When you came in to the classroom and saw what was written your eyes filled with tears, someone started laughing and soon the whole class was laughing,

You quickly run to the bathrooms and lock the door to one of the bathroom stalls.

With tears running down your face you pull out a razor from your bag. You star cutting  yourself, this time in another way then the many times before. This time you know it'll be the last time.

You're gonna jump

Not even bothering a about the blood running down your arm you quickly gather your things and run out of the building.
You run and run, the pain in your legs burning even worse for every step you take.

As you run down the streets leading to your family's apartment your eyes fall on a girl in a bright yellow dress.

She looks to be around your age with shoulder length brown hair curled into perfect curls. She looks terrified as she notices the tears on your cheeks and the blood on your shirt.

You quickly look away and keep running down the street. The big slightly red building you call home raises in front of you.

As you open the door and start climbing the many stairs your eyes catch a glimpse of something bright yellow in the corner of your eye.

You keep running until you get to the door leading to the roof. You open the old door and the cold air hits your face.

One pair of stairs more and my suffering will end.

You get to the edge of the big roof and look down on the almost empty streets below you. You are just about to jump when you get pulled back on to the roof. You search for the face of the person who ruined your chances of finally ending this.

Thru the tears in your eyes you see the face of the girl in the yellow dress.

'What were you thinking?' she almost yells at you.

You don't answer her and instead you collapse on to her crying harder then before.

She pulls you into what feels like a hug and whispers 'It's going to be okay.'
Her words filled with care and understanding.

'Do you live near here or do you want to come with me home?' She asks in a soft British accent.

'Y, y, your house.' You manage to get the words out but with much trouble since you're still crying.

'Can you stand up?' She asks and takes your hands.

You try to stand up but you fall back on to your knees.

'Okay, I'm going to try to carry you, alright?' You answer with a slight nod.

After much trouble with getting down the many stairs you finally stand in front of her apartment. Which surprisingly was in the same building as yours.

She walks in and carefully lays you down on the cream coloured couch.

'Do you want to talk about this or something?' She asks carefully.

'Talk about what?' You ask   

'You trying to jump, or just anything really.' she asks with a careful voice.

'You know, we might have to call for an ambulance or something.'

'How old are you?' She asks

'I'm seventeen.'

'Then does your parents know about this?'

'They know I have a depression.' You answer.

'Me to, sadly. By the way can I ask you,
what's your name?'

'Elizabeth Thompson, you?'

'Dodie Clark, with a D.' She says laughing quietly to her self.
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First chapter done! Let me know what you think about it!

Btw I'm Swedish so excuse my spelling/grammar