I looked down at the world below me. Cars. Busy streets.
My arms were aching from my cut scars, the scars that were the only thing good in my life, the cuts that felt nice on my arm. Nothing can stop me from doing this, not even the screams from all of my friends across the building, not daring to move as they thought I would jump as they walked.
Ty screamed out several words, that I could not make out as of Adam too. My friends didn't seem to care about me, regardless of how much they didn't want me to jump. I couldn't live on with life, it didn't want me to live. This was the final straw, I would actually die. I have tried many ways to suicide, from slitting my wrists to drowning myself, but somehow my so called friends were able to stop me. Blood was what I liked about my suicidal attempts. I stopped thinking for a moment, looking over the edge agin just to get more screams. I looked back at the group, yelling hysterically telling me to not.
"YOU DESERVE TO LIVE!"
"I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU!"
All those inspiring words.
They still didn't get me to retreat.
Now I'm a spirit that looks over my friends, who have been living peacefully and normally without me for the past few years. It's sad to think that most of them have gotten over that I've died, but some still mourn for me every single day. I shed some tears each day as I realised they actually do care, but I still don't regret jumping. I don't regret anything in my past life, and I won't regret anything. I felt as if the world was a better place without me, a better place without a loud disturbance. That's what they all say: I'm a loud disturbance. Now I'm a peaceful spirit looking after them.
But I'm still alive if you know what I mean.
I looked at some of my friends; Ty, Adam and Jason to be exact. Praying for me. Why would they care, they were the ones that started the loud disturbance thing, and now they're the ones mourning for me. They were the ones that got me into trying to commit suicide, but they are the ones that stopped me several times.
Life is just difficult like that.
I looked at my grave, that was carved in an end stone. Flowers overfill the top, and you could barely make out the message. It read:
Will be loved forever and ever by all.