This story is something that could potentially be offensive to some people.
It involves...sadness with death.
I honestly deleted this a few times...
This whole time writing it there's been footsteps around my house and I'm home alone...
so um...hope you learn from this end result.

Normal POV
I let the burning water crash against my back.
It's come to the time where I've gotten too sick.
Depression is a silly thing.
Tord left a long time ago, Paul stopped coming to the cliff.
Edd and Matt got together, Tom started drinking more.
It's been months...
I finish my nightly routine and place my pen on the paper.
As I thought of my reasons I played with the bottle of pills in my hand.
I'd go to the cliff at sunset like every other day.
I'd like to rest up there...

Thank you...
You tried your best in which I would push away. My life is just like fire...when the flame goes out you can't relight it.
First one was lucky enough.
I'm glad all of you were a part of my light dance through the terrible world.

I stared at it for a while before crumpling it up.
Too cringy.

I want to begin with saying none of this is your fault. I seeked redemption in all the wrong places but I'd like to thank you for your effort in reviving the life that used to shine in my eyes. The reasons for this is something I cannot say for there isn't really an excuse. You know my backstory. What's the point of telling it again. Edd, Matt, I wish you luck in your beautiful relationship. Tom, I believe in you...Don't result to drinking when I'm gone. Tord, if you ever read this, thank you for risking your life everyday for me. Paul? I enjoyed your company when I had it. Thank you all but the world just isn't a place for me.
Don't be sad, my mind was set, don't think there's anything wrong with you. If you find this, I'll let you find me.
The cliff is where I will lay, I can watch over all of you.
Goodbye.

Tears damped the paper as I left it unfolded on my bed.
I climbed out my window like always and set off for the cliff.
I got there just in time, the sunset should last for half an hour.
I sat there taking deep breaths.
Did I really want this?
There's no turning back once I do...
The sun finally set and the stars should come out soon.
I struggle to open the bottle...
But it won't stop me.

Toms POV
"EDD!" I shout as tears burst out of my eyes.
"God dammit! I was too fucking late!" I shout while handing him the note and rushing out the door.
Please no!
Please!
Please!
I can't live without her!
Oh god!
I see her sitting at the top of the cliff.
"Y/n!" I shout at the top of my lungs.
She looks down frightened at me then gives me a warm smile as tears roll down her face.
"Don't!" I shout.
She holds an empty pill bottle in her hand.
No...
I rush up as fast as I can while dialing 911.
I make it up there and she's struggling to breathe.
I grab her in my arms.
"Why! I loved you! You didn't have to!" I shout.
"I...love you too..."
"Don't go! Please for the love of god don't go!"
"I'm sorry...don't be sad..." she says as I hear her heart beat slowing down.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"Hurry! Please! S-She took a handful of pills! Her heartbeat is-"
"Tom...it's not your fault..." she says while planting a small kiss on my forehead.
Her body goes limp in my arms.
"Gone..." I whisper to the phone as I drop it.
"Y/n..."
"Open your eyes..."
"Breathe..."
"Speak!"
"Anything!" I shout.
"...Why..."
a small white weather flys by us then slowly drifts away out of sight...

This is real talk.
Let me tell you something.
When I figured out my friend was cutting himself I told him that for every cut he'd place on his body I'd make a replica on my own.
Sure grade 6 wasn't a bright time for me to be thinking but it worked until I got him help.
He continued...I noticed in gym class a few days before he left earth.
I told my friend if he ever killed himself I wouldn't continue with life.
It worked for a little while...
He was the first boy to give me a hug and make me feel special.
I was the first girl who he had cried in the arms of.
For those of you who think ending your life is the easy way out I want you to stop.
Please for the love of god stop.
For those of you who cried while reading this knowing the characters were fictional think about real life.
You might not think you're cared for but I don't even know you and I'm crying while writing this to tell you to stop.
For those of you who are still reading.
Congratulations.
You're interested on what I'm saying which means I'm making a difference.
If you're being bullied to the point where you indent your skin with permanent scars... stop.
Last year, I was the exact same as you.
I made it my goal to try my best to stop others and myself...
Ending your life isn't ending your problems.
Your only at the beginning of your chapter book in which this is a turning point to some.
Think about how many more pages you have left filled with love, adventure, happiness, sadness, everything that makes you human.
I wish I could cradle all of you in my arms and explain this in real words and show you how much a care...
I have bullies and yes I complain about it to you all.
And I'm sorry.
It's just where I turn to, you guys.
I can go on and on listing about how beautiful each and everyone of you are but I'm sure you'll get bored of it.
I love you all.
That's a stranger who's caring for you right now...
See you all in the next chapter...