Suicide Watch

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A true story about an almost suicide involving myself and a friend of mine, told from the perspective of my friend. True story.

Submitted: August 09, 2014

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My roommate's been awful strange lately. I wonder why. Well, I know why, but I jut don't understand. He's got to cut the suicide talk out. I know this could be serious, but sometimes it's proper annoying.

He's trying to talk to me now. I just wish he wouldn't bother me sometimes. I mean, I'm best friends with the guy, but sometimes he just needs to screw off.

Enough with the suicide talk, bud. I'm sick of it. No one needs to hear that stuff. You're not the only one with problems. He never even bothers to ask about me, how I'm doing. He can really be a self centered little asshole.

I hate hearing him talk like this. I love the guy, for Christ’s sake. I care for him. I'd hate it if anything ever happened to him.

He knows I'm annoyed with him now.

"What? Are you sick of me always talking about killing myself, but never actually doing it?"

"Yes!" Wait, that didn't come out right. I didn't mean it like that.

He's grabbing his scissors. I know what comes next. He's been doing this for weeks in private. Pretending I don't know. He's doing it now! He's cut himself! Oh, god! What did I do? This is all my fault.

Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe it wasn't deep. He did seem rather reckless with those scissors.

He's made a real mess of things. His am is dripping with blood. He's losing a lot of blood. He might die or something.

"Go clean yourself up!" I said.

He's gotten up, leaving now.

"I'm sorry," he said. I'm sorry, too.

 

Those cuts looked bad, deep. What am I going to do? My best friend tried to end his life in front of me, and I don't know what to do about it. He needs help. He needs help with those cuts, and help with his problem.

He's come back. Oh, god, he looks terrible. There's even more blood on his arm and all over his shirt. He's even whiter than usual. He's losing a lot of blood. I really hope he doesn't die. Oh, god, what if he dies? What if he dies and it's my fault? It's all my fault and I don't know what to do! Has he been vomiting? He looks like he's about to pass out in his blood and vomit covered shirt.

He's sitting on his bed, leaning back against the wall. What do I do?

"Call the number pinned to my wall," he said.

Okay, I'll just call the number. Someone will answer and come help, and everything will be fine.

Okay, I've got the number. It's an emergency number, a crisis number. He's been expecting this to happen for sometime now.

"Hello, what is your emergency?"

"My best friend is hurt. He's losing a lot of blood. I don't know what to do."


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