"hello this is your national suicide hotline and we're here to help you." a deep voice on the line says
"...h-hi" wendy's voice on the other line shakes with fear from her drunken father who's on the other side of the door.
"is everything okay?" the man asks apologetically
"y-yeah just a hard night you can say, but i'm used to it." wendy releases with a cry
"it's gonna be okay, im here for you so talk to me please ?" brad pleads
she nods into the phone
that was the only approval she needed, she wasn't alone and someone cared to listen.
"may i ask what happened ?" the man asks
curiously
"well.. uh just kids from school i guess. it's hard when people tell me to be myself because...i don't exactly know who i am."
she lied, she didn't even go to school anymore.
somehow, brad felt pity for her and there was a sadness in his heart. he never feels like that on the other line with people. possibly because he relates to wendy. he just doesn't know that yet
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the suicide hotline | ??
Teen Fictionwhen a girl seeks help, and calls to a hotline. she asks to speak to the same person, maybe he's the reason she's still alive.
