The Noose

Five teenagers, under different circumstances, in different cliques, but all fighting depression, are brought together by an unlikely turn of events.


1. Chapter One- Tom

God forbid I'd be happy for more than five minutes. Mom knew where I was, she knew what time I'd be back, and she knew that I could make my own way home, but for some strange reason, she decided that it was absolutely necessary to ring me at ten o'clock on a Sunday night.

I wasn't doing anything wrong, just relaxing with Rose in her house, her parents knew I was upstairs with her, they knew I wouldn't do anything bad while they were in the house, and unlike my own parents, they actually respected me.

Don't get me wrong, my parents are great and everything, they'd do anything for me and I really appreciate them. It's just that for the last few months, they've been on the brink of divorce.

I don't get it: they think that by not getting a divorce, I will benefit, but to be honest I don't think anyone could benefit from being trapped in a home with parents who bicker all day long.

"Hello?" I said, in a slightly annoyed tone, gesturing my regret to Rose.

"Tom," Mom buzzed, "Where the hell are you?"

"Mom, I told you," I groaned, "I'm at Rose's house, I'll be back in an hour."

"Well, it would have been nice for you to let me know," she yelled, I pulled the phone from my ear.

She was mad at Dad, channelling her anger toward him to worry toward me which, somehow, was converted to insanity along the way.

"Be home before eleven," she grunted and hung up the phone.

The phone rang monotonously in my ear as I tried to say good bye.

I'm not one of those kids who just complains about their parents all the time, but they were seriously pissing me off lately. I went to punch the wall before realising it wasn't my house. Instead, I sat down beside Rose.

"Sorry about that," I whispered, weakly. She wove her hand into mine.

"Don't worry," she said in a voice as smooth as velvet, "Is everything okay?"

I let a tear slip from my eye which, normally, I would never do, but there was something about Rose that made me feel so comfortable that I could just open up.

She didn't say anything, she just lay there, her head on my chest and we watched Forrest Gump for the rest of the hour.

As I drove home, one line rung in my ears:

Jenny said "Do you think I could fly off this bridge, Forrest?"

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