There’s A Sickening New Version Of Suicide That Teens Are Being Hospitalized For Attempting

“She got violent. Scratched me up a bit and broke a few frames. Threatened to slit my throat if I didn’t tell you to back off. Next day, she was gone.”

(One pull of the trigger. Just one.)

“Hailey wanted me to braid her hair the other day. Cried, because I didn’t do it like her mommy. How the hell am I supposed to pick out clothes and shoes for them? How am I supposed to do it alone until they’re 18?”

(Better than drugs.)

“And then I’ll have two weddings to pay for, two colleges to pay for. I can’t even afford to fix the stoop, and I’m going to put ten grand down for them to—“

I pulled the trigger to stop his whining.

No, no. It was in defense. I’d have to repeat those words to other cops, to my boss, to a judge. In defense. I didn’t want to do it, didn’t mean to. If I didn’t shoot, he would’ve. I was almost positive about it.

While catching the breath I lost in the commotion, I looked from his slumped body to the transparent wire thrown across the floor, wondering if I could reuse it. Wondering if the high would feel as good as it had the first time. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

Holly Riordan is the author of Lifeless Souls, available here.

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