Comfort. The only word you can say in your throbbing head. What even happened? No words can describe your slung arm, maybe you slipped last night? There's no way you would have went to a party and get blackout drunk, though. Were you drugged? Oh, god. Nothing makes sense anymore, so maybe it's punishment for always wanting to die.

Chucking off the covers, you jump out of bed and to a mirror. The free hand clutches your left arm, causing a frown to manifest. What the hell? You run a hand over the big bump on your temple, complimenting the sling quite nicely. As you turn your head to walk away, a pinching takes effect on your neck. The cherry on top: a cut on your jaw line, perfect. Groaning, you desire to greet your family getting ready for daily errands.

"Ayo, does anyone wanna tell me why the heck I look like I fell off the roof?" You laugh and motion to your entire body.

"Oh yeah, you didn't feel it? You fell off your bed yesterday, and banged your head on your nightstand. We found your nail clippers on the floor so we think that caused the cut on your jaw when you fell, but luckily you're okay. We're gonna take you to urgent care right now to make sure your arm is intact and that you didn't get a concussion." You nod in agreement, grab a quick breakfast bar, and head to the car with your parents.

On the ride there, you rest your able arm on the window ledge, and put your head in your hand. The woods seemed so welcoming on this particular day. The browning of the leaves just starting, and the thought of cooling breezes leaving goosebumps on your skin. You smile and sigh in contentment until you notice a long figure standing out from behind the trees. Wait. What is that? By the time you focus more, it disappears. A familiar pit in your stomach bubbles up as you briskly turn back to your parents.

The ride is soon over, and you can't help but stay frozen until your parents wave you out of your thoughts. What WAS that? They walk you through the doors, and immediately, doctors rush you to tests and x-rays. In a few hours, you're told that all you did was cause some trauma to your shoulder, that it was already healing. Maybe some sore muscles upon impact and how you stayed on the ground uncomfortably for so long, but nothing to worry about. Your head was fine, the bump was going to go down as well.

How about that, you're okay? You feel confused as you recall a crack in your shoulder and lots of excruciating pain. But wait, you were asleep how can you remember that? Was your mind playing tricks on you?

In no time you were back in bed, resting. You somehow convinced the doctor to give a week's worth of a doctors note, so you're practically living. With the relaxation settling, you decided to nap a bit, and to let your body heal.

Sleep welcomes you in a warm embrace until evening. After eating some dinner, your thoughts begin to affect you. Why were you even here? All you do is screw up, right? You can't even sleep right without ending up with hospital bills. Ridiculous.

"Mom, im gonna take a walk to the lake if that's okay. I'll have my phone on for you to call when you want me back, too," you plead, and give a small pout to accentuate the pleading.

Your mom nods, and sends you off with a wave. In no time at all, you're out the door and off to the woods. You stretch your sore arm, and test out a small above-the-shoulder stretch to keep it going. You groan in satisfaction and sigh when you bring your hands down to your side. More walking. Each step shoves the fall air down your throat, and you smile. The thoughts seem to vanish when you're alone and away from people, but you know that anything can bring them up out of no where.

Finally, the small sounds of water dripping soothes your ears, and you plop down on the usual ledge. You swing your feet over, and bring your hood up to lay down on the dry grass below you.

"Nothing in the world could beat this. Look at the stars, listen to the soothing water, you can even hear crickets and some birds still flying back to their nests, and it's not even dark out!" You stretch again, and prop yourself up onto your elbows, ignoring the soreness of your injury.

The sunset. A mixture of orange and yellow, even hints of pink and purple. Each color meshing together to make such a beautiful picture. Any world would be lucky enough to even imagine a view like this.

"I would kill to see this view every day if I had to," you smile, but an overwhelming sadness initiates within you.

"But anything is better than this world, isn't it? The world is nothing but cruel. And look at me! I'm basically littering the place with my presence. Nobody even cares about me, not a single person in the world would care if I jumped into the lake, or crashed into some house," you take a shaky breath, "everyday I'm forced to live a life where nobody cares, not even myself. Sure, people would mourn the sudden death, but think about the benefits. There's so much to do without me like vacations or saving money. No college that's for sure. I need to go, I need to."

Tears stream down your face. You sit upright, and watch them drip into the lake below you. Each sniffle making your body shake more. What more is there to life? You've caused your damage, so why not go? In quick response, you stand and puff out.

"I'll do it, I'll do it right now. Jump. Jump. Do it." You start to let yourself fall, but quickly step back.

You can't do it. It's so painful. Just thinking about the pressure on your chest as you breathe in more water. It's too much. You whimper and turn to leave, when you're met with a hooded figure.