Self-Conclusion
Title: Self-Conclusion
Author:
raverbear64/fiction_on_fire
Pairing: Patrick/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Summary: But things are not what they seem, as we stand at the edge of the world.
I was scared. I’d always been a little afraid of heights, but sitting here, on the edge of a massive cliff, legs dangling gently over the side, was really pushing it for me. I looked down at the ground below me, old rotten trees, leaves, and most noticeably rocks, lots of them. Certain death if I fell right now. And that’s why this spot was ideal. It’d be quick. Nobody would find me, nobody would know. I could slip out of the world just as easy as that. I felt myself move a little closer to the edge, looking further down the cliff. I shivered and shut my eyes. I’d keep them shut if I jumped. I wouldn’t want to know how much further I had to fall. It’d be the ultimate surprise ending. Just then there was a rustling amongst the trees. I turned my head in the direction of the noise, spotting a boy hiking along the same path I’d taken to get to this spot. Great. Just play it cool, Wentz. You were just admiring the view. That’s all. Nothing funny about it. The boy continued along the path, coming closer. When he was nearly ten feet away I noticed he was crying, his eyes red and swollen from the tears now rolling down his cheeks. Despite the tears, he was stunning. He looked plain, light brown hair, buried under a hat, thick glasses, but he had that sort of natural beauty. My heart panged. He continued walking, jumping a bit when he noticed me sitting there. He stood there, silently, watching me for a minute or two before he spoke.
“Excuse me.” His voice was soft, timid. “You’re blocking my way.”
“You’re way to what?” I asked looking up at him.
“To the bottom.” He whispered, wiping a fresh batch of tears from his cheeks. I opened my mouth but before I could say anything, he spoke again. “I don’t wanna hear that it’s not right. I’m doing this, and if you don’t want to be around for it, leave now.”
Before I could stop myself I let out a soft laugh. It was ironic, really. He glared at me; obviously this was no laughing matter. “I’m sorry.” I said softly. “But really, you don’t know…anything…” I said with a sad smile.
“You don’t know me, or anything about me.” He fired back, the pain obvious in his voice.
“I know…” I said calmly. “Maybe we could change that?” I asked.
He scoffed. “Are you trying to pick me up? Perfect timing.” He rolled his eyes.
“You haven’t jumped yet.” I said quietly. “It’s not worth it. There’s so much to live for.” I said, hoping my words were more convincing to him than they were to me.
“You make it sound so simple.” He shook his head. “It’s not. Tell me how am I supposed to keep on living, when everything inside of me has died?”
“Trust me.” I looked up at him again. “I know what you’re going through. I know how badly you want to do this, but it’s not worth it. Instead of doing this today…instead of dying…live with me.”
He laughed, sarcastically. “What the hell kind of line was that? Who are you, some sort of counselor? Did someone put you up to this? You don’t know what I’m going through, so don’t even pretend.” His voice was more anxious now. “You don’t know how this feels, you can’t know.” He whispered, looking away from me again.
I stood up, wobbling a bit and taking a step back from the edge. “Look.” I grabbed his chin, turning his head so he was looking at me. “I know you think I’m a fake, and that all of this is just some cliché motivational speech. And really, I could stand out here all night trying to convince not to go through with it, but it’s your choice. My offer stands and now it’s your turn to choose.”
He looked at me, and then back at the cliff, and back to me, chewing his lip, weighing his options. “Alright.” He whispered. “But I’m only giving you one night, one night to prove to me that this is worth it. That living is better than dying. I swear to God if this is some sort of trick, or you were put up to this, I will jump.” He looked back at the cliff one final time before looking into my eyes.
I pulled him into a hug, not thinking it strange, or awkward to be hugging a complete stranger. After all we had so much in common. I felt him resist for a minute before he relaxed, crying against my shoulder, soft sobs.
“Shh…” I whispered, sliding a hand through his hair. “I really do know what you are going through. Before you got here, I was gonna jump too.”
He pulled back, blinking away the tears in his eyes, looking at me in disbelief. “What stopped you?” He whispered.
“You.” I replied, taking his hand. Together we walked from the cliff, and back down the path.
We all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self-conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets.
Yes this is inspired by The Spill Canvas' song Self-Conclusion. If you haven't heard it, you need to. Download it for free (yousendit) HERE and read the lyrics HERE
Comments are love.
♥
Author:
raverbear64/fiction_on_firePairing: Patrick/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Summary: But things are not what they seem, as we stand at the edge of the world.
I was scared. I’d always been a little afraid of heights, but sitting here, on the edge of a massive cliff, legs dangling gently over the side, was really pushing it for me. I looked down at the ground below me, old rotten trees, leaves, and most noticeably rocks, lots of them. Certain death if I fell right now. And that’s why this spot was ideal. It’d be quick. Nobody would find me, nobody would know. I could slip out of the world just as easy as that. I felt myself move a little closer to the edge, looking further down the cliff. I shivered and shut my eyes. I’d keep them shut if I jumped. I wouldn’t want to know how much further I had to fall. It’d be the ultimate surprise ending. Just then there was a rustling amongst the trees. I turned my head in the direction of the noise, spotting a boy hiking along the same path I’d taken to get to this spot. Great. Just play it cool, Wentz. You were just admiring the view. That’s all. Nothing funny about it. The boy continued along the path, coming closer. When he was nearly ten feet away I noticed he was crying, his eyes red and swollen from the tears now rolling down his cheeks. Despite the tears, he was stunning. He looked plain, light brown hair, buried under a hat, thick glasses, but he had that sort of natural beauty. My heart panged. He continued walking, jumping a bit when he noticed me sitting there. He stood there, silently, watching me for a minute or two before he spoke.
“Excuse me.” His voice was soft, timid. “You’re blocking my way.”
“You’re way to what?” I asked looking up at him.
“To the bottom.” He whispered, wiping a fresh batch of tears from his cheeks. I opened my mouth but before I could say anything, he spoke again. “I don’t wanna hear that it’s not right. I’m doing this, and if you don’t want to be around for it, leave now.”
Before I could stop myself I let out a soft laugh. It was ironic, really. He glared at me; obviously this was no laughing matter. “I’m sorry.” I said softly. “But really, you don’t know…anything…” I said with a sad smile.
“You don’t know me, or anything about me.” He fired back, the pain obvious in his voice.
“I know…” I said calmly. “Maybe we could change that?” I asked.
He scoffed. “Are you trying to pick me up? Perfect timing.” He rolled his eyes.
“You haven’t jumped yet.” I said quietly. “It’s not worth it. There’s so much to live for.” I said, hoping my words were more convincing to him than they were to me.
“You make it sound so simple.” He shook his head. “It’s not. Tell me how am I supposed to keep on living, when everything inside of me has died?”
“Trust me.” I looked up at him again. “I know what you’re going through. I know how badly you want to do this, but it’s not worth it. Instead of doing this today…instead of dying…live with me.”
He laughed, sarcastically. “What the hell kind of line was that? Who are you, some sort of counselor? Did someone put you up to this? You don’t know what I’m going through, so don’t even pretend.” His voice was more anxious now. “You don’t know how this feels, you can’t know.” He whispered, looking away from me again.
I stood up, wobbling a bit and taking a step back from the edge. “Look.” I grabbed his chin, turning his head so he was looking at me. “I know you think I’m a fake, and that all of this is just some cliché motivational speech. And really, I could stand out here all night trying to convince not to go through with it, but it’s your choice. My offer stands and now it’s your turn to choose.”
He looked at me, and then back at the cliff, and back to me, chewing his lip, weighing his options. “Alright.” He whispered. “But I’m only giving you one night, one night to prove to me that this is worth it. That living is better than dying. I swear to God if this is some sort of trick, or you were put up to this, I will jump.” He looked back at the cliff one final time before looking into my eyes.
I pulled him into a hug, not thinking it strange, or awkward to be hugging a complete stranger. After all we had so much in common. I felt him resist for a minute before he relaxed, crying against my shoulder, soft sobs.
“Shh…” I whispered, sliding a hand through his hair. “I really do know what you are going through. Before you got here, I was gonna jump too.”
He pulled back, blinking away the tears in his eyes, looking at me in disbelief. “What stopped you?” He whispered.
“You.” I replied, taking his hand. Together we walked from the cliff, and back down the path.
We all flirt with the tiniest notion
Of self-conclusion in one simplified motion
You see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it
No matter how unbearable this misery gets.
Yes this is inspired by The Spill Canvas' song Self-Conclusion. If you haven't heard it, you need to. Download it for free (yousendit) HERE and read the lyrics HERE
Comments are love.
♥