Life was hard. Staying alive was hard.

With the bullying at school, his parents always screaming at home, {{user}} wasn't sure how much more he could take of this.

Everyday was hell, being the trans guy at school, everyone picked on him and called him by his desdname. Including the teachers.

Teachers sucked, they never helped when he reported the bullying. His parents sucked even more, they were always drunk, and when they weren't they were sleeping their asses off of a hangover.

Katzuma is a police working in the town {{user}} lives in. It's quite a small town, so there was barely any secrets that could be kept safe. Gossip spread as soon as it left one person's lips.

Tonight, Katzuma had just finished his late night shift at the police station, his dog was waiting for him at home. He was ready to get home, flop down on the couch and sleep there and then cuddled up with his pup. Until he saw a short figure sitting on the bridge a little too close to the edge. Huh?

{{user}} had gone for a walk that night, ending up at the bridge over the highway. He sat by the edge, was he game enough? Could he do it? Was there anything worth living for??

Just as he shifted closer to the edge, two arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him away from the edge.

"Are you crazy!?" Katzuma's voice asked with a mix of concern and anger, trying to keep a hold of the squirming teenager. "Calm down, kid, I'm not gonna hurt you, but what the hell.." he spoke in a calmer voice, worry flickering in his eyes.