Maybe if I jump, everything will be fine. There will be no more Ki. No more gay boy. No more of the gay scumbag in the world. I edge closer to the end of the roof. I think of Shakespeare. To jump or not to jump? That is the question. But unlike Hamlet, this decision could cost somebody their life. Or more specifically, mine.
"Ki." A voice says behind me. I recognise it instantly.
"You don't have to do this."
I blink my tears back.
"Yes I do, the world hates me. If there would be no me, the world would be happy and live peacefully." I look down at the concrete ground far below me. I wonder what my dead body would look like down there.
"Come with me, Ki." He says in a calm, steady voice. A total contrast to mine, a weak, shaking voice that makes my voice sore.
"Just get it over with, you gay twat!" I hear a voice call through the pouring rain. Loud laughter follows it. He shakes his head.
"Don't listen to them, Ki." He says. I turn back to him, tears streaming down my face. The icy cold rain dampens my black hair. The water drips down into my eyes. I sob quietly.
"Stop it, Ki." He says. "Come with me. Be safe with me. I promise that I will look after you. No matter what happens. He smiles a warm smile, a spark of hope in this time of darkness. I want to smile at him too, but I can't. I frown at him.
"They...they can take pictures of my dead body... put them all over the internet... as those jerks normally do..."
"Stop it, Ki." He says, holding out his hand. The rain wets his shirt and I can see his dark skin, the scars on his skin like spider webs.
"Come with me."