Ten Minutes to Midnight
Ten Minutes to Midnight story stories

HeroTheTurtlePretty words, sad stories.
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Rough draft of a story for my writing class. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Ten Minutes to Midnight

by HeroTheTurtle

“You’re a potato. You know that right?” “I like how that’s your idea of an insult,” I shoot back at her. “Who said I was trying to insult you?” “Are you not?”

“Potatoes are wonderful creatures, Alex.” “Now’s not the best time, Sam.” “What are you doing up here anyway? It’s late. Really late. Let’s go down to the apartment. It’s cold out here.”

“I can’t. I promised myself I’d do it before midnight. I still have seventeen minutes.” “Do what before midnight? Are you o-“ “Don’t ask.” “But-“ “But what? I just want a little peace.”

“Can’t you do that inside? There has to be some reason you’re out here.” “I’m just out here.” “Are you sure?” “I’m sure.” “Alex.”

“What do you want me to say, Sam? That I came up here to jump? That I’m so sick and tired of just repeating this same act of surviving each and every day and completely hating myself for it that

I took the time to walk up a dozen flights of stairs just to come up here and jump? Or do you want me to lie to you like I always do?”

“You’re my best friend, Alex. You don’t have to lie to me.” “But I do. I really fucking do. There are things you don’t want to know. So many fucking things you don’t need to know.”

And she doesn’t. No one does. Sometimes it’s not about being alone. I’m not alone. I have her. I’ve always had her. But I won’t push her away. Not like this. “Did you really come up here to jump

“Go to bed, Sam. It’s late.” “I’m not leaving you.” “You don’t have to. I only have a few minutes left.” “Don’t say that.”

“I’ve made up my mind. I did that months ago. Is there anything you want to ask me before it happens? I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” “Why are you doing this?” “I told you.”

“No, really why are you doing this? I refuse to believe you’re just sick of life. There has to be something more.”

“There isn’t. I’m just tired. I honestly don’t think I’m meant for this whole life thing.” “That’s bullshit.”

“Fine! I’m sad, Sam. Is that what you want to hear? Is it? That I’m sad. I’ve been like this for over half a decade now and I’m so tired, so fucking tired of it. I can’t wait to get better

anymore. And I don’t know how to fix it. So I’m done. I’m going to wait here and force myself to breath for nine more minutes and then you know what? I’m not even gonna jump. I’m not. I’m just

gonna let myself fall.” “Will that make you happy?” “Yes. No. I don’t know. I don’t think I need it to make me happy. I just need to stop feeling the way I do.”

“How long have we known each other, Alex?” “A little over four years.” “Does that mean anything to you?” “Of course it does. I love you, Sam. I have always loved you. You know that.”

“Then why are you doing this to me?” “What? No, I-“ “I love you, Alex. You’re my best friend. I need you. I can’t do this without you. Please don’t leave me.”

“Sam stop.” “I can’t do this alone, Alex.” “Sam please stop.” “But if you really want to do this, I won’t stop you. You deserve to not be sad. I’ll miss you, Alex. I’ll miss you so much.”

“Please stop.” “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you. I’ll leave you alone now.”

She turns around. And I break. I fall onto the ground behind me, curl up into the ball of anxiety I was born to be, and break. In our four years, she has never seen me cry. She walks over to me.

Holds me. She moves my hair out of my face. And watches me cry. I won’t check my phone for the time. It could be 11:59 or 12:22, but right now, in her arms, I am safe. I have never felt like this

before. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. She looks at me. Time stops. In her eyes I can read every word she is about to hand me. I want to tell her that she doesn’t have to say anything. But I’m done

lying. She is my one and only love, and though my life was not meant to extend alongside hers, I hope nothing but happiness follows her in my absence. I want to remember this. Wherever I go.

Whether or not there is an afterlife. I want to take a picture of her face with my mind and take it with me. I don’t want this to affect her. But I know it will. I never meant for this to be

selfish. I just hope she can forgive me one day. One of us has to forgive me one day.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Alex. C’mon, let’s go downstairs and sleep. Sleep is good. We’ll talk about this in the morning.” “You’re right.” I stand up. “Hey, Sam?” “Yeah, Alex?”

“Can you do me a favor?” “Anything.” “Tell me you love me.” “I love you. With all my heart, I love you. I always have, and I always will.”

“I’m sorry.”

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