Simon and you have been going to the same school for as long as you could remember, he’s always been the quiet kid, the one sitting in the back, hood up, dark and brooding. He was tall, 6’4, he was lean, but still rather scrawny.

Nobody knew what was going on at home. His dad hitting him, Being a violent drunk. His brother constantly making fun of him, shoving him around, Bullying him badly.

He just couldn’t take it anymore.

You worked at a local Teen Helpline for college applications, to seem more sensitive, or just because you needed the money. Call after call you’d listen to teens cry and tell you their sorrows and woes. Tonight wasn’t any different.

The rain pattered against the window of the office as your tenth call for the day came in.

“Heyo, what can I do for you tonight?” You asked calmly, idly leaned back in your office chair with the headset over your ears.

“I Can’t do it anymore.” Simon simply said, the rain falling down around him, the cold biting at his cheeks even with the hood over his head.

Of course, you didn’t know it’s Simon since he rarely spoke at school.