"Where the hell do you think you're going?" my dad screamed at me.
"Away from you!" I yelled back. I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door, leaving the door wide open. I ran full speed to the nearest highway, which wasn't to far away.
While I was running, I could see many things, like little kids playing, teenagers in their rooms, parents putting their new borns to bed, and many other things. Then I saw Stacy, my best friend, in her room, obviously being stressed out. She had three younger brothers that sometimes got out of control, and her mother was a single mom, always struggling to keep all of them under control. Stacy was my only friend as well, and we had each others back. She had trouble with cutting, and helped her through those times of need.
I'm so sorry Stacy, I won't be there to help you anymore. I love you and I'll miss you forever I thought to myself. I knew that tonight, I was going to die and I was a little excited yet nervous at the same time.


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"Ok, lets go, you got this Oly, you can do this," I said to myself.
I looked left and right to see if any cars were coming yet, and I could see two small lights in the distance to my right. They started to come closer and closer, until I could see a full car. I smiled to myself because I knew I was finally going to end it. When the car came close enough, I walked out into the road and faced the car.
This is it Oly, you'll finally be at peace. No more horrible parents, no more always wanting to kill yourself, because its finally happening I thought to myself.
I closed my eyes and waited for the impact, but it never came. All I could hear was the car screeching to a stop.
"Hey, what are you doing!" I heard. I opened my eyes and looked to see who it was. I recognized the voice, but the face didn't come to me right away.
"I want to die! Why didn't you run me over?" I yelled.
"Because, trust me you don't want to die," the guy said walking closer to me. Out of instinct, I started to back up not knowing what he was going to do.
"Hey, I won't hurt you," he said as if he read my mind. He started to come closer again, and when he finally got into the lights from the car, I could tell who he was. The Jake Pitts!
"Oh my God, you're Jake Pitts," I said trying to keep myself under control.
"Yeah, you're a fan?" he asked.
"Um yeah! You're songs have saved my life like five times! How could I not be a fan!" I exclaimed.
"Well, we didn't save you a sixth. Please tell me why were you going to do it?" he asked, sitting on top of his truck, patting the seat next to him so I would sit next to him. I did what he motioned me to do and told him my story. How I have no idea where my parents are, how my new parents abuse me, and how I really just can't take their shit anymore. He looked at me and took me hand.
"I'm really glad you're still here," he said giving me a soft look.
"I am too, because I got to meet you!"
"That shouldn't be the only reason. You should be glad you're still alive because you shouldn't want to be dead." I looked at him and gave him an 'I guess so' look.
"Hey, do you wanna meet the other guys?" he asked.
"Um Hell yeah!" I exclaimed.

Notes

I'm sorry if it sucks, I really tried my best.