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I carried myself up the steps onto the rooftop, one slow step at a time. It was becoming increasingly harder to walk day by day, as the last time I had a chance to eat was roughly 2 weeks ago. I thought that if I didn't eat, I might be able to die, but it just wasn't fast enough for me.
How could I have time to eat, anyway? All I wanted to do was compose and compose, until I could make a song that could save someone. After all, all my music had done before was harm others. My dad was admitted to the hospital just a few weeks ago because of me, and now all I could do to even attempt to make up for it is write a song that can save someone.
But it was no use after all. No matter how much I composed, nothing worked. I've worked tirelessly day after day after day and all that's happened was me being driven in circles. I work and work but I'm just going more insane day by day. I'm so tired of everything, both physically and mentally. What else am I supposed to do? Besides ending it all.
As I reached the rooftop, I began to start unlacing my shoes, but then I noticed another girl. She had short brunette hair, which was tied into a small braid on the side. Who could be up here at this time? I was considering just going home and waiting until tomorrow, since I didn't want to ruin another person's life by having them witness what I was about to do. But then, I watched as she hesitantly got closer and closer to the railing. Each movement she took made my heart beat faster, and strangely I felt as though I couldn't let her go any further.
As her fingertips grasped hold of the wire fence, I felt a sensation I had never felt before. The feeling that I had to save her. If I couldn't even save my own dad, I had to do everything I could to save someone else. "Hey!" I called out, surprising myself as I had barely spoken to anyone in the past few weeks, let alone yelled. The girl turned around, equally as surprised as I was. Our eyes met, and I could see in her eyes that she must have been feeling overwhelming amounts of pain, just as I was. I was beginning to second guess my decisions. If I was in her position, I wouldn't appreciate being interrupted by someone trying to tell me what to do. Despite this, I carried on, knowing I might feel slightly better if I could save her. "Don't do it, please..."
I invited her over to me and she told me her woes, "You've probably heard this all before..." she began hesitantly. "I really thought that this art school might be the one, but my dad told me I didn't have the talent nor strength for art, and I should just quit and be done."
As she explained her story, I felt bad for her but also couldn't help but frown at her stupidity. She might've had a few reasons to die, but how could she be so careless as to forget all her reason to live? I couldn't help but become annoyed, and I needed to get my point across to her.
"For fucks sake, are you serious?!" I exclaimed. "Sure, your dad and art teacher might have denied your passions, but that doesn't mean you have to give up, let alone die! How could you be so careless and selfish as to forget about all the reasons you have to stay here. I just can't believe that for some reason you got here before me! Are you upset that just one small thing in your life isn't what you wanted? You should have hope for yourself because you still have so many good things left, and you're lucky that you have a good school life and have never had anything stolen from you!"
My heart was pounding quicker than ever and I could barely talk from my lack of energy, but I was glad I could at least get my point across. The brunette girl held her small white ribbon loosely in her hand, and she seemed surprised from the reality check. After a few moments, a small smile peaked through her tainted expression.
"I'm feeling better, thank you for listening." The girl with braided hair then disappeared.