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"Help me."
"I need help."
"I'm suffering."
"I need support."
All of these things, Diane could've, should've said.
But, what would her friends say?
What if they pushed her away or told her that she was being dramatic?
No, she really should keep it inside.
She knew that what she was doing would hurt them, but it still felt easier than opening up about how her brain was killing her from the inside out, how heavy everything was.
She looked out at the sea from the bridge and took a deep breath in.
"Help me" she muttered, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear her plea, her last ditch clawing for remedy.
No one came.
She took a deep breath and jumped.