[WP] There is a popular suicide spot in town, but what people don't know is that it's a set up so people survive and realize they don't want to die. Write someone's story before, after, and how they survive

Stepping off the bus, she looked at the trail head, and the path leading into the woods. Her heart wanted to clench, but she no longer felt afraid but instead, felt empty to the core. Lonely walked forward, ignoring the memories, the trust she thought she had in her friends, her family.

The mist was rising from the ground around her as the balmy night grew darker. There was a sound of a trickling water, a creek nearby. Lonely heard a splash, maybe a frog had jumped in, or a fish flying out of the water, trying to seek freedom, but she didn't care to investigate the creek. She kept walking.

Seeking a release, she picked up the pace, knowing the destination was nigh. Lonely disregarded all the warning signs posted on the trees, some painted in red, others on neon yellow, but she kept resolutely on walking to the destination.

'There's no more reason to live,' she thought to herself. 'None.'

Back stabbed, made fun of, wild rumors, cheating boyfriend, untrusting teachers, neglectful parents. Lonely told herself that she had stopped caring about their thoughts a long time ago, burying herself in dark stories, trying to take the harsh edge of reality away by getting lost in them, in their characters.

She broke through the line of the woods and came to a stop. Before her stood a 300-foot drop, a huge cliff below leading to the water in front. The water stretched for hundreds of yards. Thousands. On the other side of the coast stood similar bluffs just as tall. The water was dark blue, and the edge of the water was clear green. She could see huge boulders lying in the water for several yards deep.

Her eyes drifted closer to the bottom of the bluffs she stood on. She braced her arm on the tree to stand upright against the wind that blew in from the water. Never had she seen such beautiful sights, the seagulls flying overhead, squawking their annoying sounds. The water calm. Lonely closed her eyes and took another step, allowing herself to be calmed.

"Lonely," a voice spoke moments before she jumped. Startled, she spun around to see who it was that spoke her name. She hadn't thought anyone followed her. "Lonely, I am here."

Her eyes fell on a man among the trees off the path to the left. He was in his twenties, buff and smooth, and wore clothes like a lumberjack.

"Do you not see all this beauty?" he asked, gesturing the nature around them. "There's no reason for you to go in such a place like this. Death is the most unnatural part of these beauties, don't you agree?"

Lonely looked around her again, observing. All of the birds, the fish below, the deer prancing from boulder to boulder. All alive. The trees too, and the blackberries.

If death took over, none of this would be as beautiful.

"I don't see why I should live though," Lonely said, shaking her head to snap out of the distraction the stranger had brought upon her.

She struggled, realizing that she was losing the desire to die. Not in the midst of these beautiful things that existed in nature.

The sun revealed itself as a thick cloud moved west, shining its golden orange rays on her face, warming her strands of brown hair. She looked at the wind-swept hair flying around her, the hair looked reddish in the sun.

Red, red meant being alive.

She raised her hands towards the sun, embracing the warmth its light brought her. Lonely allowed herself to be burned within.

"Your name is no longer Lonely, your parents will no longer curse you with such a name. Henceforth, you are now named Lovely, for that is what and who you are."

Lovely.

She opened her eyes, a smile growing on her lips. Lovely turned around to thank the stranger.

He was not there, but she was not surprised. Lovely looked back out towards the water, watching for a long moment before turning around to head back to the bus stop.

As she walked, she plucked blackberries, raspberries, green apples, enjoying the wonderful tart taste of these fruits. The fruits that brought her life.

Thinking of the people in her life, Lovely decided to forgive them. If no one could love her, then she could learn to start loving herself.