Drowning P5 PG9 ON HOLD FOR EDITING PURPOSES

I suppose I love my scars, because they have stayed with me longer than most people have- Nikita Gill

It began as a whisper in the streets, disbelief laced voices chattering of the storm that was to come. The cold air was gnawing, biting through the skin all the way to the bone, then came the soft sound of rain hitting the ground, at first slow then in seconds so fast it became hard to breathe. The strong smell of drenched soil filling the air, ten times more pungent with the strong gust of wind.

Zoya's caramel brown hair soared in the wind, cocoa coloured eyes trying to blink through the rain. Nimble fingers clenching and unclenching around her olive tanned skin as she stepped out into the road, in her hurry to reach home, she missed the car zooming her way, in seconds her body smashed into the front of the car, then her body was in the air, with a crash she collapsed onto the ground, her rosey lips moving slightly before her eyelids shut

~3 Years Later~

After the car accident had occurred three years previous, I had pushed myself to every limit to walk again, the moment I could take steps alone, adrenaline had rushed through my body like a drug, and too soon it became my addiction. Then I was living life on the edge, skydiving and jumping off cliffs, just for the thrill, just to remind myself I was alive.

For a while I felt capable to do anything, the world was my oyster and I was going to do everything. Death was a thief, taking the lives of so many innocent people and I wasn't prepared to let it take mine until I was ready, until I had lived, for so long my focus was living my life to the full, I so easily forgot that not everybody knew how to do that, for some people death was an option they craved as an escape from their lives.

When this realisation dawned upon me, I knew something had to change, my bucket list was nearly complete, but one thing remained, staring back at me in black, bold letters. SAVE A LIFE. And that was what I was going to do when I signed up to join the Suicide Helpline in the small town of Forks.

Forks is a city in Washington, known once for its income based on timber, and vast collection of winter steelhead, though timber and fishing never interested me, it was initially the scenery that took me in. A small town with a beautiful scenic surrounding due to the Olympic Rainforest. The majority of the year Forks was drenched in rain, my faviourate type of weather. So, when the job offer came my way, it was an opportunity to good to refuse.

I rubbed my arms with vehement pace as I stepped into the small office of Forks Suicide Saviours. Three weeks had passed since I had first started, yet all of my cases had been one time callers and neither had been an individual wanting to end their life, of course I was greatful for it, I wanted to save a life but didn't want anyone to consider suicide as an option, I was very much a person who could never make a decision what I wanted, stuck between wanting to save a life and not wanting someone to feel that low.

The office smelt strongly of freshly brewed coffee, quite voices could be heard as they spoke on the phone, reading through the manuals as they did so. Personally I hadn't even read through it, saving a life was so much more than previously prepared responses, callers needed empathy and real emotion not robotic half assed responses because a manual stated that was the correct answer

"Good evening Zoya" I heard from the front desk

"Marjorie, how are you" I slipped my coat off, hanging it up then sat down before her. Her white hair in perfectly permed curls atop her head. Dark red lipstick on her lips, as usual matching the cardigan she had wrapped around her, draping over her thin shoulders. Marjorie had started this business in Forks when her son had commited suicide, and had been here since day one. Her eyes had lost its spark, the bags underneath it dragging her down yet still she stood strong. She was very much an inspiration for me

"I'm good sweetie" she smiled softly "I hope you've been well, looking after yourself" she reached out a hand and placed it atop mine, squeezing it slightly

"Of course, you'd be after me if I didn't" she chuckled lightly at this, shaking her head in affirmative

"You got that right, now go, we seem to be quite busy tonight, they seem to respond well to your cheerful tone" she stood up "Just nipping out for a puff"

I stood back up, grabbed my water bottle from my bag and took a seat by the nearest phone, waving at one of the other young women who was just leaving. I looked down at the phone, then at my notes, deciding to sift through the manual to pass time- of course I had no intention of following any of it

The list of rules seemed somewhat bland,

1. Do not get emotional during a call
2. Never pressure any caller
3. Assess the risk
4. Do not give out any personal details
5. Ask questions and listen well

I jumped as the phone rung by my side, I picked it up quickly "Suicide Saviours, this is Zoya, how may I help you tonight"

There was heavy breathing, then a guttural sob that hit me right in the chest making me shudder "I" a heavy sigh then a throaty cough "Hello Zoya"

Hey! Thank you for taking the time to read this, I really hope you enjoyed it. I would just like to inform you that as Not His Type Of Woman is nearly finished all other updates, e.g. Love As Red As Blood 2, The Matchmaking Service and Fire & Ice will be updated every Wednesday. Succumbing To You and Drowning will be updated every Saturday and Demons and Daisies will be put on hold for now, because I have no ideas I can write down for it.

Part 1~ B Is For Broken (Page 2)

Part 2~ C Is For Confessions (Page 3)

Part 3~ D Is For Danger (Page 5)

Part 4~ E Is For Exposure ( Page 7)

Part 5~ F Is For Friends ( Page 9)

please continue soon

Thanks so much!:)

It sure is! Thanks lovely, I will do:)

I will do:)

That was so interesting. Is it adi on the call with zoya.

I can't wait to read what happens next.

Thats okay! Thanks lovely, next is up:)