This is the story of every night of John.
John was a simple man with a simple job, he loved doing his job even though it caused him
A lot of stress. It was around 10 pm when he had finished one of his jobs and he was getting ready
To sleep. John was just laying in his bed trying to relax and go to sleep.
In the middle of the night john could feel something slowly dripping down from his wrist.
He took a look and found what appears to be blood not just on his wrists but all over his bed.
He looked down towards his bed to find a pall small figure, disjointed, just staring at him. Muddering something.
Why couldnt you do it........why couldnt you do it, it said over and over again.
And all john could do was think.....think about his job. His job was stopping people from committing suicide. And every night all he can think about is the people he didnt save.
The End