WARNING: This Rp includes topics of selfharm, suicide, and possibly other things. Read at your own risk
if you are dealing with selfharm or suicidal thoughts and or tendencys please get help. Please call a suicide hotline. If you don't know any, then I'm happy to find the numbers for you.
Yes I'm starting another rp. Yes this is right before I go out of town. Judge me.
So this will be a "going in blind" Rp, as I do enjoy everything being reviled along the way. also, a romance. Why? Bc I'm trash.
No real rules except stay clear of the F word, and proper grammar and punctuation please. You don't have to be perfect though.
Even I mess up. A lot. (Sorry)
No freaking one liners. Please!
And Andrews rules.
Yup.
That's it for rules.
Uuuh, I have a charter ready for the very depressed, very suicidel part. It is a she so if yours could be a duuude.
Ha, and bc I'm trash, we'll be starting on a dark rainy windy night. On a bridge that's when they meet. Heh…..yeah. Lots of trigger warnings. I can write this kinda crap like there's no tomorrow just ask my friends.
Yes! Hi hello welcome! Feel free to tell me to calm down if I go over bored.
Yay!! Hello!! xD okie dokie, but don’t worry about it, I get like that too
Haha. Want me to post a starter now?
(If you want to abandon the RP at any time feel free to tell me.)
The wind and sky seemed to agree with her this day. The rain pelted her skin as she looked out over the water. Three breaths away. Two heart beats. One step. She could end it all. She inhaled the dry cold air. The sky was gray with sarrow, The rain seeming as if it was too crying for the girl who though the only way out was death. Perhaps she was right. Running away didn't work. The cops didn't do anything. After all, how could they believe a child? But she wasn't a child anymore. Today, on her seventeenth birthday, she had decided to do it. To finally kill herself. Now don't get her wrong she had great friends that'd tried to help her, but nothing they said or did ever helped. Now she was here on the edge of a bridge. do it. the voice scream. no one would care. a tear slipped from the corner of her eye. no one would notice. and yet she found herself hesitating. "See you soon." She whispered to the howling wind.
((Alrighty ^^ I doubt I will tho lol))
As he walked along the street, he felt numb to the cold rain pelting him. To the wind lashing at his face. The only thing he could feel was his shattered heart. Broken so many times, and yet.. He still pretended like one day the people that broke it would actually care. Tears stung at his eyes as his wrists and thighs pulsed. Walking out into the bride, he saw another person. Out on the ledge. A step away from death. He shook his head, sweeping his wet raven black hair from his face. It was really someone there. Their motives filling his head, he knew he couldn’t stand here as they ended their life. “Hey, you,” he called, starting to run over. “Please, wait,” his desprate voice shrieked over the lashing rain.
no one cares. the voice seemed to scream, trying to drown out the one that was calling out to her. Her hands quickly shot out to grab the edge as if she was snapping back to reality. The girl whipped her head around to see who it was, her dark wet ebony hair plastering to the sides of her face. "What?" She asked quietly. Angerly. To the stranger. no one cares. the voice screamed again. But yet the girl knew she couldn't just make this stranger watch as she lept to her death. She'd thought no one else would be out in this wether. That no one would be around to see. To stop her. Yet here was this boy, this person she didn't know. Calling out to her to wait. As if waiting would change what was ment to be. It would only mean that she had to wait till he left her.
“Please, please stop!! Don’t, please..” He started to calm slightly at the fact the girl in front of him had put her hands back on the rail. He sprinted harder, until he finally reached her. His eyes scanned over her face, seeing the hurt and pain that was obviously there. A face like his own. “Please.. Please don’t do this..” He edged closer to where she was hanging on, close enough to grab her if she made to let go. Despite his pain, through all the cutting sessions, he heard the voice, heard it screaming for him to cut deeper, to end it all. He heard it now, standing this close to the edge. Even though he cut, even though he hurt himself in so many other ways, he never would kill him self. Somewhere, some other voice, trying to be heard would whisper things will eventually be okay.. I promise.. Just live one more day, please.. Some part of him just knew and hoped that that voice was true. He was now going to be that voice for someone else. “Please, please don’t jump,” he begged. “Please.. Talk to me..” He didn’t care she was a complete stranger. He held out his hand for her to take, to get back over the safety rail.
The girls grip loosened on the rail, but she didn't take the strangers hand. Instead she studied his face. She saw what she thought to be fear- sadness. A pain like her own. One the burned down into ones very soul. Her eyes glanced at his hand. no one- take his hand. another voice. A softer one. A louder one. Drowning out the first. "I don't want to talk." She whispered, barely able to be heard over the screaming winds. Her grip on the rail loosened more, untill it was just her hands resting there. The girl looked at him with eyes that seemed to have broke. After all, what's left after the heart? She took her hands from the rail, hopping that maybe she'd slip. But sadly- at least to sadly to her- she didn't. Instead she carefully turned so she was facing the stranger, but still refused to grip the rail once again.
He carefully studied her, his heart racing in his chest as she released her grip on the rail. “If you don’t want to talk, I understand..” he started. He took a small step forward. “But then please,” he reached over and pulled up his sleeve, enough to show the red and bloody scars. To let her know she was talking to another broken soul. “Just please stay with me for a little while.. Think this through. Please.” He now held out both his arms, ready to either take her hand, or to grab her if she fell. The wind whipped his hair into his eyes, but he rufused to change his stance to stop it. To take his arms away. He would prove someone was really there. Prove that voice he was sure she was hearing wrong.
(I wanna stalk this, can I??)
She rocked lightly, the wind threatening to push her over. She studied his arms, a new pain reaching into her face, giving her sad eyes a small light of knowing. take his hand. the quiet voice instructed. Her hands shook as she reached out, placing one hand in his and the other on the rail. She took one leg to swing over the rail. steady. she told herself trying not to slip and send herself flying to her death. She quickly scrambled over the rail to safety and let out a shaky breath. "Happy?" She asked, a hint of fear, a hint of annoyed. All directed at this stranger. happy? a voice in her head echoed back to her. The word seeming to echo back and forth for what seemed like hours but was only a single second. A single painful second.
(Yay!! Because this Rp is my mood 24/7)
He tightened his hand around hers, watching carefully as she pulled herself over the rail. Still holding her hand, he quietly responded, “Not quite happy, but certainly better than before.” Looking into her face, seeing the pain etched in her eyes, the fact that she had listened, however annoyed she was.. He smiled. It was small, but still an offering of happiness in this dark time. Gently squeezing her hand, he took a few steps away from the railing, trying to coax her along with him. Finally, he said, “I guess the real problem isn’t wether or not I’m happy, but why you aren’t.” His face saddened again, but also had a sense of curiosity now, trying to get her to talk.
run back to the rail and throw yourself over it. she shook her head and glared at the stranger. "That's none of your business." She mumbled before turning and stocking off back towards the road. She'd only wanted to throw herself off a bridge Becouse she didn't want anyone to have a chance of finding her body. Especially not Joe. Her first attempt he said she wanted attention, and so that's what he gave her. Dark, abusive attention in which he called love. Joe was her foster father. A man who hated her about as much as he could hit her and use her body for his own pleasures, and then call it love. The attention she "seeked" as he said. But the girl didn't want attention. She didn't want anyone to see a black eye. A brusied cheek or a busted lip. All of which she'd had in the past. All of what she had now.
