...Ryder...

This was it!

We were all tired of Ethan attempting suicide. Like come on he is my best friend and just a week back was at the top of THE STOCK MARKET. One thing that you need to know is that anything can happen in snap of the fingers if you are in stock market.

All his world came down with in a friction. Ethan was a person who got what he wanted and when all of a sudden every little hope faded his strength did too,so all he tried doing was ending everything at once, but I wouldn't let that happen either right.

....Ethan....

When every bloody thing crushes down you do too. I know suicide wasn't right but sometimes you do take the wrong one. Right? I just had a flashback of my life as I stood on the bridge ready to jump. Everything flashed in front of me like a movie. As I was about to Jump A voice stopped me or more like scared me.

"Want me to push you?, or you'll jump?" A girl asked, she had dark brown hair, sitting on the rail with a beer bottle in her hand.

I gave her a deadly glare and she shut her mouth.

I decided to continue and to take my last step, when she interrupted again,

"Noooo ,no no no, that would be Murder Then I'll have to go to the jail, then long hearing not working, continue, continue. "

She said while taking a sip from it.

"What the hell man?" I said.

She got my message and zipped her mouth and motioned as if throwing the key in the water.

I knew she was about to interrupt again so I waited.

"You know what?, when I was small in childhood." she said as she explained me the word small using her fingers and started giggling.

"I am so stupid. Everyone is small in childhood."

"Point ?" I asked

"What?" she questioned

"What's the point?" I asked infuriated.

Why was I doing this I just had to jump not chit chat with a drunk girl

"Ohh, yeah When I was small and I wouldn't have my medicine my mom would ask me to count till three and just sip it and I would do that. Why don't you try the same?"

"What are you Suicide consultant?" I asked irritated.

"Hey, that's a good idea. I can do that." She took the last sip of her beer and stood up,

"But you know what I can't."

She was about to Jump when I pulled her back and we both fell on the ground.

"What the hell, what are you doing are you crazy?" I screamed.

"Says the one who was doing the same thing."

"I have my reason's." I tried explaining.

"No, you are just to scared to face life." She screamed

"You have no idea what you are talking!" I exclaimed.

"I know exactly what I am talking. I agree you must be facing some problem but this ain't the solution, you got to stand up again. You got to recover."

"Recovery is for the weak."

"And suicide for the Losers. Moreover, Recovery isn't weakness, it just shows that you have survived something. That you didn't crumble and fall but instead picked yourself back again and asked for help." She said in a soft tone that could melt the strongest of hearts.

"Look I seriously don't know you but I can tell you one thing that standing up again isn't going to be easy but if once you believe you can, you surely will." With that said she left me there thinking and observing.