forum "No, don't! Please, I'm begging you!" (O/O Guardian Angel)

Started February 28, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

When a teen starts becoming suicidal, her guardian angel has to try and convince her off the ledge.

MAY INVOLVE TRIGGERS!

(Alright, that's fine!)

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Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Background: (if you want)
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Here's my character: fyn volant

(I like him! Sorry I've been so off lately.)

Name: Megan Havo
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: ginger colored hair, freckles around her nose, green eyes, a bit short, skinny
Personality: shy, depressed, has anxiety
Background: She doesn't look like there's a lot going on, but there is. She second guesses herself on everything, hates her appearance.
Other: has a white cat named Queen

(Okay!)

Megan got up as the bell rang and hurried from school. She knew what was awaiting her, probably by her car, but she still went because she didn't know any better.

Fyn hummed softly to himself, examining his wings and making sure they were pristine and all of the feather were laying flat. He tugged his light gray sweatshirt down a little and shifted his wings around in the holes he had cut for them.

Megan stepped out the door and – yep, they were there.
"Hey, Meg!" Savannah called. She sounded so cheerful, that, for a second, Megan almost still believed that they were friends. Except she hated being called 'Meg'. Matt, as always, had his arm around Savannah's waist, and she was pulled tight to his side. Finally, the rest of the posse was surrounding them, including Justin.
Megan tried to smile at him, but he looked away, so she gave up and cleared her throat instead. "Uh, hey, Sav!"
Savannah laughed and then shot daggers at Megan with her eyes. "Don't call me Sav."
Megan stiffened. Then don't call me Meg, she wanted to say. "Uh, sorry. I have to go somewhere today, so could, uh, you guys just go to your own cars?"
A dangerous look passed through Savannah's eyes. "Sure, Meg. Where do you have to go?"
"Um… work," Megan replied honestly.
Savannah smiled and peeled away from Matt's side to walk over to Megan. She didn't stop until she was inches from her face. "I didn't know that you worked after school Megan," she said quietly and coolly.
Being this close only made Megan evaluate Savannah's looks more. The girl had beautiful dark hair and eyes, a lean athletic figure, and a killer smile and laugh that could make just about any boy want to drop everything to be her boyfriend. However, her cliché quarterback boyfriend, Matt, had the role filled to a T. He was tall, strong, and blonde, just about the perfect trinity for good looks and Savannah.
"I really don't want this to get ugly, Megan," Savannah whispered. "So if you say nothing, this will go a whole lot faster, like always, right?"
Megan swallowed. She wanted to say something. She wanted to attempt to stand up for herself, but her depression made that impossible. So she just nodded.
Savannah beamed. "Okay, good!"

Fyn watched the whole interaction from right alongside Megan, resting a hand on her shoulder to comfort her even though he knew she couldn't see him at all. "C'mon Megan, stand up for yourself, I know you can do it." He said softly, also knowing that she couldn't hear him.

Megan looked over at Justin again, who, again, looked away. She felt her heart sank and just took the abuse that followed.
(So, the bullies abuse her in a couple ways, I'm not going into detail until after the attack again, so, just to let you know that!)
Megan leaned against her car, her hair a curtain that hide her face from them.
"Alright, boys, I think that's enough," Savannah said somewhere beyond the pounding in Megan's ears.
Footsteps. She was breathing heavily. After a minute, they were all gone. Even Justin. He'd even joined in. It hurt her even more when he became a part of it all. She made her way to the handle and opened the door so she could slid into her car. Her legs hurt so bad…

Fyn's heart sank when she didn't stand up for herself, he wished that he was visible to others around him, then maybe Megan wouldn't be beaten up. "You ok Megan?" He asked softly, knowing that she again, probably couldn't hear him, "I saw what they did to you..I just want you to know that I'm here, I always will be, don't give up hope."

She put her forehead on top of the steering wheel and sighed. This was it. She was done. She started the car and began to drive home instead of driving to work.