Sorry for the grammatical errors in this story, I'll try my best to improve it..

This doesn't meant to offend any suicide cases or anything..

Yoo! Three stories in one day!







If you value your sanity, then go and read another story and not this..

Izshu, this is her first time working on a suicide hotline.. She's kinda nervous and excited at the same time..

And after her manager leaves her in her desk, she got a call..
"Hello?" She answered nervously..

"Hello.." The voice of a male teenager said with a raspy voice..
"How may i help you today sir?" She tried to answer with a polite tone...

"Your not really going to help me.. Your just gonna listen to me.." The man said..

"Okay sir, have you experienced depression or it's symptoms or maybe over thinking?" She asked..

The voice chuckled.. "Do you know where i am right now?" The boy asked..
"Where?" She asked..

The man paused before he spoke.. "I'm sitting on top of my kitchen counter in the middle of the night and with a knife beside me.." He answered..

Izshu's eyes widen.. "Hold on sir—I'm gonna have to transfer you to someone—" She panicked but before she do it the boy spoke..

"No! No, need" He...