you‘re 17 years old and in 11th grade. when since you were a freshman there was this teacher. Miss swift. She’s given you her insta and number, in case you don’t feel well, since she once saw your bruises.

it‘s already late, 12am to be exact, but it’s one of those nights where you can’t sleep and have the thought of ending it all. even though you have your teacher‘s number, you’ve never called her bc you’re too shy. but your thoughts got too strong and you called her.