'Imagine falling again. It's gonna hurt.'

I remember every second of it. The pressure against your chest, unabling you to breathe, nearly suffocating you but not exactly. You'd think you'd die soon enough but you find yourself feeling like this for hours. Your head pounding, your chest heaving and aching, you body feeling detached from your mind, you walk around half-dead. You'd wish you would drop dead and die, but luck isn't on your side just yet.

The hours would lead into days, and you wonder if you're actually alive or if you just died in a nightmare, unable to awake. And you'd pray everyday, for you soul to be taken away, to allow you to rest in peace, for someone to relief you of this unbelievably hurting numbness. You'd feel more drained by each day, until someone finally comes along and attempts to lend you a helping hand, pull you of the ground.

It mostly fails to work but as time passes, the numbness slowly fades, and you start to feel, slightly. Starting with a tingling sensation all over, and then leading into a stinging pain all around. But soon, you feel grateful for the pain, because at least you know you can feel again, you know you're alive. Pain is your friend, it reminds you that you're alive.

Darling, please don't be silly, I don't want to see you go through the same thing. I'm so afraid that when you do, I might not be able to help you up again, that you might not even reach out for anyone. Girl, I love you, and we all do. Please don't be stupid enough to put yourself through all this shit again. Alright?