Suicide
I'm an OAP at Uniport radio. My name is Bliss Eva. I rarely ever sit to write. It's just different now. There's a lot in my head, I need to unload I got a text yesterday: "vulnerability is strength, sweetie breath in, then breath out. You can't suck it all in." You will choke like that. Breath in, then breath out. Someone called in on the radio last week. Stella was her name. I was on air, and she should have requested a song, but she was crying. ”Hello, can you speak up please?” I said in my OAP voice. I wanted to say “this is not the call-in-cry-out-your-heart show” Sniff. Sniff “I’m Stella. I’ll die in less than five minutes” I should have ended the call at that minute brush it off with OAP sweet talk, but my hands froze on the control. Sniff, sniff. “Tell mum I really loved her. And dad, tell him we’ll meet in hell.” Sniff, sniff again “Bliss Eva” She sounded like she was talking from gritted teeth. “Stella” I whispered. It seemed like...
