University of Sussex 😝

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He shuffled closer to the edge.

It was so quiet, so peaceful, so easy.

He let his legs dangle over the ledge, they felt light and numb, numb to the world around him. His tears were drying And he started take in what could be his final moments. He looked up at the sky, a shaky smile forming at the thought of seeing his brother.

But would Cal want to see him? Had he made him proud? Of course he hadn’t. He couldn’t even do living right.

This was it, a final exit a final release.

He’d tried, but life just wasn’t worth it anymore, not after Cal, Alicia, Scott. No one wanted him, no one cared.

Hell, he didn’t even care.

He was talking the last exit to freedom, the last chance to be free.

He slowly stood on the roof ledge, his body no longer shaking but deathly still. He was ready to jump, to end it all.

“ETHAN!” his foot wobbled, and he gulped nervously as he swung his head around. His tears still freely flowed, and he was suddenly staring at Connie’s strong form.

“Ethan, can you step down for me so we can talk.” She spoke calmly, her eyes stable looking, unlike Ethan’s position on the roof ledge.

You’re a monster Ethan. You deserve to die.

“N-No.” he stuttered, leaning closer to the edge. “I-I h-have to do this Mrs B-Beauchamp.”

“Call me Connie, Ethan.” She smiled, slowly talking a step closer. “If you’re so convinced you should end your life, will you at least tell me why?”

Ethan’s form wavered with the strong winds, and his eyes widened as he began to see a crowd form below him. Charlie, Alicia, Lily… they were all there, all there to watch him go.

“R-read t-the l-letter.” He whispered, tears now cascading, his head spinning as Scott’s voice returned. “I-I’m a murderer.”

Do It Doctor Hardy, make Cal proud…

“L-leave me a-lone.” Ethan winced, Scott’s voices physically pained him. He scrunched his eyes, he held his head. Anything to make it stop. “I’m g-going t-to I p-promise.”

Connie grew concerned, Ethan’s eyes were glazed, his teeth chattering as he closed his mouth. He looked possessed And not only by lack of sleep.

“Ethan who are you talking to?” She questioned, stepping forward in an attempt to catch his arm. Her eyes widened as he wobbled, and a large gasp came from the crowd below. This pulled Ethan back from the hallucination, his eyes closing in fear.

“Scott, h-he’s here.” He mumbled, his eyes fixated on the other end of the ledge. “He’s watching m-me.”

“Okay sweetheart, okay.” Connie realised this was worse than she thought, and she suddenly threw away her tough cookie tactics, taking a kinder approach. “Ethan, we can sort this out, we can make him go away you know that don’t you?”

Ethan shook his head.

“Please let us help you.” She spoke softly, her hand stretched out for him to take. She felt the presence of a few people behind her, waiting to grab Ethan in an attempt to force him down, but held her hand up to halt their force.

She had one more trick up her sleeve.

“What would Cal say if he knew you were up here?” She breathed, trying hard to hide her own nerves as the young boy wobbled once more. “What do you think that would do to him if he saw his little brother trying to end his life?”

“H-he’s n-not h-here, h-he’s dead.” Ethan whimpered, shaking his head. “H-he’s d-dead Connie and I-its a-all-”

“Scott is also dead Ethan, he’s not here either.”

“H-he’s n-not here.” Ethan seemed confused. In a state of pure panic he didn’t know what was real anymore. “I-I H-he was, I-I-” He shivered, he felt numb against the cold air. He was tired, so tired.

What was he doing?

“H-help.” He stuttered, a small cry leaving his lips. “I-I d-don’t know who I a-am a-anymore.”

“Okay Ethan, sweetheart, but first I need to get you off this ledge okay?” Connie walked forward, her breath returning as she managed to grasp the doctors cold and clammy fingers.

He was safe.

Taking no chances she called the response forward and Ethan was suddenly pulled away with force, landing in Connie’s arms in floods of tears. She hugged him close, and suddenly he was wailing.

“It’s okay, everything is going to be okay.” She cradled him, smiling through her own tears as Charlie and Alicia appeared at the roof.

“We’re going to need a stretcher and a bed on psych please, he’s not in a good way and I want him off this roof now.”

Alicia nodded and ran back down the stairs, leaving Connie and Charlie with Ethan’s fragile form. Charlie couldn’t help his tears as he stroked the boy’s hair back, wincing as his cries still filled the air. He shook hard in Connie’s embrace and suddenly 3 months of pain came flooding out.

“It’s okay now Ethan, I’m here, we’re all here for you.” Connie spoke softly, sighing as she saw the extent of his hurt. His eyes were emotionless, his face pale and clammy. He looked broken, frightened and alone.

No one had taken care of him, and it was killing Connie, and Charlie who stood by with the stretcher that had been brought up.

Ethan was wailing still, his form to fragile to walk down the stairs. It was all too much, he felt as if he would pass out. All he could focus on were the kind eyes around him, anything to bring him back to reality.

“I’m gonna help you Ethan.” Connie smiled, “Everything will be our little secret okay?” She took a firm grip of the doctors hand as his cries dampened and his shivering halted as a blanket was laid amongst him.

“You’re safe now.” She whispered.