I opened the door, darkness greeting me. I now had to find Yuzuru's camera."Hmmm, where could the camera be?" I thought. After a few minutes, I finally found her green camera. Just as I was about to turn and leave the house, I saw Shouko standing on the railing. She was on the verge of falling. "No!" I shouted. I ran as fast as I could, but I ended up tripping over rubbish. I stood back up again, fearing that I lost valuable seconds which I could of used to save her, but luckily, I could still see her."Stop!" I cried. I reached for her hand at the last moment, but I was too late, she was falling. The last thing I saw was her lips mouthing "Goodbye". She then crashed into the lake. Shouko was in critical condition. The doctors said she could die any second now. I tried visting her, but the doctors said I couldn't visit her yet. What I could do, was just wait in the hospital outside her room. Days past, and she still hasn't woken up. I went back to my house, tired and exhausted from all that waiting. I went straight to bed. I opened my eyes, surprised to see Shouko standing in front of me. "Shouko, are you okay?" I asked. "Yes, I am okay." She signed. "Why would you commit suicide? Did you hate your life that much? Don't do that again" I said. "Ishida, I hated my life. Really hated it. I got bullied and called names everywhere I go. I try to be nice to them. I try to forgive them. But guess what? I get bullied again. I get called names again. Life was too hard for me." She signed. I was too surprised by her words, that no words seemed to come out of me. Just then, the image changed, and suddenly I was on top of an incredibly tall tower, and I was seeing Shouko fall down the tower. "NO!" I shouted. I woke up, panting hard. I looked around, the sun coming through my window blinding my eyes. 'Oh' I thought, it was all a dream. I got out of the room and went straight to the hospital. I was walking in the hallway which led to Shouko’s room when I saw a doctor coming out of her room. "Is she alright? I asked. "Where are her parents?" he asked, ignoring my question. "Is she alright?" I asked, a bit more stronger,now ignoring his question. " Right now, her parents need to know this information. No one else." "Please, I just want to know if she's alright." He sighed heavily. "She died." A few years later… There was a knock on my office door. “Come in!” I shouted. The person who entered my office took my breath away, because she looked exactly like Shouko, my friend who committed suicide years ago. “He, he, hello” I stuttered. “What is your name?” “Miki.” she replied. “Hello Miki, I take it that you came here to hear some 'why you shouldn’t commit suicide advice?'" “Yes, I heard from a lot of people that you are an excellent consultant, and almost everyone who once had thoughts on killing themselves managed to erase that thought, once they seek advice from you.” “Well, you came to the right person. What problems do you have that made you think of committing suicide?” “Um, a few years ago, I had a car crash that was so severe that my father and brother died. My mother and I are the only ones in our family left, but the thing is, the car crash changed my mother dramatically. Once a cheerful and bright woman turned into an alcoholic, distant woman. Naturally, I must take care of her, which resulted in me giving up on university and my once social life. I feel so tired and exhausted, and I hate my life. Therefore, I had a few thoughts on how it would be so much easier just to end my life now.” “Listen up, Miki. Back in elementary school, I had a deaf girl named Shouko in my class. I used to bully her so much, that she ended up moving to a different school. For the next few years, I was feeling so sorry and remorseful for my actions that I tried everything to be her friend. Luckily, she was a nice girl, and forgave me. We spent time together, met with other people, and generally had a lot of fun. But guess what? One night, her family and I were watching fireworks outside in a nearby park. Shouko said she had to go somewhere but didn’t specify where exactly. I said bye. Now, Shouko’s younger sister asked me if I could go to her house and bring her camera to her. I complied. I went to her house and found her green camera, but just as I was about to return to the park, I saw Shouko standing one the railing, on the verge of falling. She committed suicide. Right in front of my eyes.” Miki gasped. “And a few days later, after many attempts on curing her and bring her back to life, she died. Once I heard the news, I couldn’t stop crying. I cried for days and days and days, thinking it was all my fault. Months past, and I wasn’t the person I used to be. I didn’t talk to anyone, ate very little and wasn’t very social. But then I thought, grieving isn’t going to bring her back, so maybe I should help prevent the people who had thoughts on committing suicide. That is why I decided to be professional consultant who helps people deal with these thoughts. So to conclude, don’t commit suicide. Even though you might think that your life is hard, if you commit suicide, there will be a lot of people who love you be affected by your death, and what about your mother? Aren’t you going to give her a chance? Are you going to leave her, alone? Stand up strong, and good things will happen to you” “I, uh, will do sir. I promise you I won’t commit suicide. Thank you so much for the support.” Miki said. And she left the room. I smiled.