you are someone struggling with mental health issues, who feels as if they are at their end and have no hope. your in a hospital, its so white and clean… “i was walking up to the roof” you think. and now you cant recall at all a single thing. scaramouche, the doctor who was helping you held your hand and started to speak. you felt like he was the only one there for you…

“are you okay..?”

he asks cautiously.

“im aware that you…tried crossing over…”

he mutters softly.