Suicide Prevention Cupid
I.N.T.R.O.D.U.C.T.I.O.N
A man in his early 20s stroll out to front of the stage to address the audience, in a mismatched suit.
The arrogant air about the devilishly handsome stranger grows in quantity as one sure hand grabs the mic and his head bent a little but so that all could hear his voice clearly.
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Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for coming.
I'm Ash. Short for Asherman.
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Masons is my surname. I will plant my writing journey right at it's centre. But my friends call me Ash so call me that;)
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woooo.
moving on.
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So exited to meet y'all.
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I just want to tell you how lucky you are to have stumbled into this amazing chat story.
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hahahaha Cocky? Me? NopE. I'm just ahh-some.
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Kidding. Thanks tho, for stumbling upon my humble head that turned into a chat story. I hope you'll like it. Heck I hope you love it!
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First things first.
Before we get this show on the road, I want to tell you that this lovely book here
*fans his beautiful self*
is a gay novel.
This is boylove.
A yaoi.
A BL for those who never read if it ain't the shorts. lol.
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Anyways, we have the tsunderes, the yanderes, blah blah... the whole shebang, ya know?
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And I will have you known that if you came here thinking this is a 'normal' story about a 'normal' relationship between two 'normal' people from two 'different' genders and still come here looking for one...
there's the EXIT, honey.
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Yeb.
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Right there.
Written in bright, lovely, flirtatious Neon Pinks with a cute lil unicorn baby in the side.
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Not accepting means NOT welcome.
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If you're here to stay, well... come on in, cus!
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Buckle up, sweet cheeks.
Mwua.
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You're in for one helluva ride.
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Also...
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Also, a little something. From Pinterest. That might help us picture this better.
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HAH! Tap again.
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They're adorable, aren't they?
Introducing to you, my babies. Danny and Kane.
Seems this guy is hella gay and one helluva writer.
Hmm... better stick with this guy.
1
SCENE: Quincy's room, dark dawn, winter.
Date: 1st January 2021.
The room is quaint. Yellow butterflies on the cotton curtains flutter in the winter air.
Quincy hates winter and he, even as he snore lightly, snuggles a liitle more into his favourite quilt.
The soft English warmth was a gift from Aunt Fi.
ZRRR... ZRRR...
ZRRR... ZRRR...
cici_at_beaut_soul
Ah! Hel-uh...Hello! Cici from the BS Counseling Service! At-at your service! BS Clinic at your service. I'm sorry, it's a-uhh...run by Aunt Fi but she's not here now. Be– because it's 4:19 in the morning and I'm not awake enough to communicate at my best level—level best— and I'm babbling. H-h...ah. How may I help you? I'll be helping you?
cici_at_beaut_soul
umm... hel—hello?
UNKNOWN
Shit. That's funny.
cici_at_beaut_soul
Hello? S-sir? Hello, mister?
cici_at_beaut_soul
Oh. Oh, no...
Dawn yet to break, as it seem.
On his right, the curtain is still fluttering. Or was it Quincy's little heart?
Quincy
That voice sounds troubled...
He wondered what the stranger is doing on a New Year's dawn calling the helpline number.
His thumb hovers over the keyboard of the old Nokia.
*truuu* *truuu* *truuu* *truuu*
*truuu* *truuu* *truuu* *truuu*
cici_at_beaut_soul
Hi. Can— will you sleep now, mister?
Quincy blurts out the one thing that's been sticking like a gum in his mind since the very beginning of his conversation with the odd stranger.
Biting his tongue for being a lousy idiot. He tries yet again.
cici_at_beaut_soul
It's 4:32. So, a nap?
cici_at_beaut_soul
Huh? Oh! Name! An–Anton! Hi, Anton. I'm Quincy. My friends call me CiCi.
cici_at_beaut_soul
But... but that's not the point— will you sleep tonight? Not tonight, not really but, but you know what I mean.
cici_at_beaut_soul
Ye—ahum
Yes?
cici_at_beaut_soul
Yes? N-no! Sometimes?
Low chuckles reached Quincy's ears and he takes in a gasp.
cici_at_beaut_soul
No, it's o— It's okay. I don't mind!
Anton
It's a voice that could sing.
cici_at_beaut_soul
Um. I— I don't...
Anton
Chill. I won't ask you to.
cici_at_beaut_soul
Umm. What's your favourite band, Anton?
Anton
Scorpions. Dio. Iron Maiden. You name it. Happy?
cici_at_beaut_soul
Wow. That's...heavy.
Quincy hears more chuckles. His lips quivered into a curve as well. A giggle erupted.
Anton
What's your favourite then?
cici_at_beaut_soul
Oh...I, umm, I don't listen much to bands but I like Pentatonix.
cici_at_beaut_soul
Umm... Let's see. Norah Jones, Alicia Keys, Sabrina Claudio, Anne Marie, Marina Diamandis — I'm babbling.
cici_at_beaut_soul
...okay. Tell me if I am.
cici_at_beaut_soul
You should rest. Today will bring a better year.
cici_at_beaut_soul
It...I don't mind that.
Anton
Do you use this phone when you're not talking to suicidal kids like me?
cici_at_beaut_soul
umm. Yes. Not technically, no. This is my first time talking to a suicidal kid. Aunt Fi logged in my name a few weeks ago for me to officially help out at the Clinic but no one's ever called me before. They ring up the older workers. That's why I may not be handling this as nicely as I wanted to. Don't be a suicidal kid. You're a kid? You sound so— I'm sorry I'm babbling again...
cici_at_beaut_soul
Thank...thank you, Anton.
Quincy peeked out the window just as the sun stretched it's light across the neighborhood park that is currently snowed into a blanket of white.
He speaks out to nothing.
Quincy
Laugh today, Anton.
Just then, his alarm rang. It's 6 in the morning.
2
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!! READERS DISCRETION !!
THIS CHAPTER MENTIONS BULLYING.
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Otherwise, enjoy!
SCENE: Yellow Dish Market, evening.
SAPIEN
Shopkeeper: Should I add a packet of chewing gums? (instead of change)
Quincy
Yes! Add this one, please:)
SAPIEN
S: Here you go. Would you like a carry bag?
Quincy
Oh, no. I won't be needing that. Thank you!
Quincy put the fruits inside his backpack and carries his veggies and a small tin can of tuna on him and walked away from the fluorescent lights of the store and away from a market in quick pace. He didn't want to risk any chances of them noticing him when he's alone.
Cold winds still blew from the southern side but he knew his goosebumps weren't all because of that. He felt before he heard the call.
SAPIEN
BOY:
Oi! Fancy seeing the little flower boy here.
The group of boys caught up to his pace easily and rounded him from his left and front. He saw the little cat litter on the wall on his right. He didn't have a place to dash to even if he could run.
The light of the market flicker and buzz at him in the distance.
SAPIEN
B: How are you this lovely evening?
Quincy shook a little when Frank peered down at him. The bigger kid was packed with muscles from beating up kids in school. He had a big hole in his left ear and smoke an awful lot of cigarettes for a 16 year old.
When he shouted at Quincy's face, he couldn't help but cough.
SAPIEN
Snap out of it, fucker! Sounds like a someone need some more beatings? Huh?
Quincy didn't even have time to tell the bigger schoolmate to leave him alone when the other guy swung his fist at Quincy's still hurting shoulder.
Yelping, he fell on the concrete. The boys saw that his knee bleed fro the scrape and circled in closer.
SAPIEN
B: We can't do that...tsk tsk. You shouldn't have been a nosy posey.
Quincy
Please, don't. Leave me!
SAPIEN
B: You should have quietly done what we told you to do when we politely told you to keep your mouth shut.
Quincy
That-that was wrong! And you can't bully me.
SAPIEN
'That-that was wrong!' Hahahaha! Ya hear that, bro. Our little fucker is acting all cute and righteous. Tell you what, we won't touch your face this time.
Frank kicked him in his thigh and Quincy let out a cry. It hurt, he couldn't get well quickly like healthy people.
SAPIEN
You sound like a bitch! You shouldn't have been acting brave of you crying now. Haha
Someone muttered lowly with a hint of anger and everyone swivelled their stare at the man standing a few feet away from them.
The lights of the market bounced off of him making him look strangely sharp and tall. He was very tall.
Where has Quincy seen him before?
Anton
Bitch. I said you're a bitch.
SAPIEN
You motherfucking shi—
Quincy saw the man come up to Frank and pin the hand that lunged out at him and use the attacker's weight against himself, pinning him down.
Anton
Quit this, now. Before you get hurt.
SAPIEN
Okay!! Shit! Gimme back my hand!
Frank jumped up and shot a glare to Quincy's still lying form and spat on the ground.
Huffing loudly, he called the other schoolmates and scurried down the corner street.
If there were times Quincy felt extra grateful to the heavens, this would top the list for the whole year. He could be sure.
Quincy
Thank—thank you! I'm okay now. Thank you.
Quincy
Yes–y-yes, thank you for asking. You can go back to what you were doing before. I'm sorry you had to see tha—
Anton
*exhale* Hah... Glad to know. Can you stand?
Anton
Then, try standing up?
Quincy tried to stand, wincing just as he saw the stranger twitch his arm but it could have been too sensitive. The man kept his form still after that.
Quincy
Sorry, I'm a little shocked. I know you're nice!
He pointed to the bleeding knees.
Quincy
oh-oh, it's fine! I can—
Anton
You came out from that store, do you have a band aid with you? or 5?
The man helped him up when he kept wobbling on his feet for a while.
Anton
Let's head back to the store, then.
Quincy
Right. Thank you, a-again.
They walked, Quincy hobbling more of his weight on the man, back where he was half an hour ago.
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