Surviving Was The Worst.

Chapter 1.

I walk step by step, closer and closer to the feild that would hold my death.

With the unease settling in my stomach, I clutch onto the strap of my bag. That bag holds the noose that would cut the tie with this world.

I'm halfway across the feild now, it's a saturday night,so no one should be here.

With every step I can feel my heart in my throat.

I'm in front of the steps now,three steps.

One. Am I making the right desicion?

Two. What will happen to mom?

Three. Will this solve all my problems?

I'm on the first platform now.

I dont know if this will solve all my problems, I guess I wont ever know.

I approach the next set of stairs, theres five.

One. Who will find my body?

Two. Will it be days later?

Three. Will there be a funeral?

Four. Who would really come to my funeral?

Five. I hope he wouldn't come to my funeral.

I'm on the second platform now. It feels weird being up here, no one is allowed up here unless you're invited.

I wasn't invited.

I would never be invited.

Opening my phone up, I approach the next set of stairs.

One. 15 new messages from "Jacob"

Two. 10 missed calls from "Jacob"

Three. 4 new voicemails from "Jacob"

Im on the top platform now, walking to the edge I look over,I'm about 3 stories high.

How long would I hang there until I died?

What if the rope breaks and I fall instead?

I start to pull the noose out from my purse, but I spot headlights pulling up into the parking lot.

Shoving the noose back in my purse, I duck down, hoping that they wouldnt see me.

The car parks and I hear multiple doors slam shut.

Gulping I can feel my heart racing in my chest.

I gasp for air, hoping that it isnt them, but to my terror, I hear their voices.

"Demmy! Demmy,come out from your little hiding spot,you know we just want to play!" I hear one yell, a tear slides out of my eye at the voice.

"C'mon Demmy! We reaally missed you! C'mon baby it's jacob." I curl into a ball, hoping that they would go away.

Their voices are getting closer with each call.

They're on the platform now.

I look around, hoping to find an exit, but I can't find one.

They're walking up the stairs now.

Jacob smiles at me ,his eyes squinting, its snakelike.

"Demmy! There you are!Jason and I just wanted to have a little fun, yeah baby?"

Jason follows suit, cornering me against the edge.

"Remember last time, remember how you screamed for me to stop as i tore your little body apart?" I feel sick now, I want to throw up.
Jacob shakes his head,

" I dont understand, You kept screaming no, even though you obviously wanted it,"

I felt nauseus as he continued speaking,

" I mean,  you fought back pretty hard for a girl, you left a little bruise on my stomach."

They both grin at me, like a cheshire cat. I want to run, so thats exactly what I do, I push past them and start sprinting, tripping down steps, jumping down some.

I can hear them chasing after me, if I can just run far enough away to hide, I can get away.

I'm sprinting so fast that i dont even register the pain searing through my side, or my purse hitting me as it flailes around me.

I can't breathe, I feel my chest tightening every time I push myself to run faster.

The edges of my vision are Darkening, I need to rest, but I can't. I heard them stop chasing me a little bit ago, but I don't trust myself.

I keep running, eventually slowing to a jog. I realize I had taken the path home.

Mother thought I went out with Jacob, so it wouldn't be unusual for me to walk in the house late at night.

Once I get inside I wave hi to my mom, I don't have the energy to spark up a conversation today.

"How was your day?" Silence. "What did you and Jacob do?" Silence. "Well, remember to sleep well honey, I love you."
Giving me a kiss on the forehead, she gives up on the attempted conversation and heads to bed.

Grabbing the bottle of melatonin, I down 3 pills with some water.

Lord knows I wont be sleeping on my own tonight.

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Sorry its so short, I did this on short notice and wanted to get it up.