Free Falling (OxO) (MATURE)

WARNING: THIS RP WILL BE MATURE IN THE SENSE THAT IT WILL FOCUS MOSTLY ON A SUICIDE ATTEMPT, DEPRESSION, SELF HARM, ALCOHOLISM, ECT.

I cannot love myself. No one around me has ever shown they care. Father is always angry at me. Mother cannot say a word or she'll be harmed.
I HATE IT.
What if it could all just go away?
Could it really?
Yes. Everything. Gone in an instant.
Running. My lungs ache. My feet hurt. But I'm here now. The earth below will greet me as I attempt to walk on the air I know will not hold me. I don't care. I want it to happen.
Right foot.
Left-
"STOP!"
I'm falling the wrong way, and I collide with the ground and something else. No. Someone else.
"Please… don't do this."
"Why not?"
"I won't let you."
"You don't even know me."
"Well… I'd like to…"

Let me know if you're interested! If I've not done an RP with you before, I might need a sample!
Standard andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) rules.
Keep one liners limited, replies about three sentences at least.
I'll post my character in just a moment. I was thinking about this being a straight romance, no offense to the rest of the community out there :D

First and last name: Hazel Brixton
Age: 18
Appearance: Medium length wavy brown hair done in twin braids, green eyes, freckles dotting her nose and cheeks, she's not skinny but far from fat. She stands at about 5'4. Her skin is a lighter shade. Wears glasses.
Outfit: She wears a long sleeved sweater that seems to be slightly oversized, a medium length green skirt, brown sandals, a small purse
Personality: She's very timid when talking to people. It's very hard for her to express herself openly to others as she's so used to being hurt or ignored anyways. She's very kindhearted however, but it's hard for her to be kind to herself. She has very low self esteem.
Likes: Reading, overly sweetened coffee, warm flavored teas, puns though she's bad at coming up with them
Dislikes: Rain, being alone despite being used to it, people being discriminating toward others, yelling
Hobbies: She can often be found reading or sitting outside enjoying the day when it's warm.
Backstory (optional): Her father abuses her to keep it short. She got so used to being hurt she began to do it to herself.
Other: Loves to read to get away from bad thoughts, even after working at the coffee shop, she still doesn't understand the different coffee type name things.

Can I see a writing sample from you?

(Alrighty, you're in! If you have a template or page already done, you can send it! If not, I'll paste the blank one in)

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(I don't mind! I'm not against that, I just have this rp straight as I haven't done a straight one in awhile XD)

(Yayyy! I'll get a starter up as soon as I can!)

Branches whipped gently in the breeze. Hazel was only in a nightgown and a jacket, plus a pair of worn down boots. It wasn’t just for a walk however. The slightly chubby girl stood close to the edge of a cliff that was in the midst of a small forest only about a mile from her house. It was a fair enough fall, perhaps 50 feet up? The girl didn’t know. She simply wanted to get her final action done and over with.
Her father never loved her. Her mother was only married for the sake of her having a seemingly complete family. She'd be free. As for herself… she wouldn't have to hurt anymore.
The leaves crunched beneath her feet as she took a step closer to the edge. The wind seemed to be calling her, tempting her forward. The earth beneath would soon mourn as her blood spread over the dirt. Taking a deep breath, she let herself take the fall. At least, she would have.
There was a quick tug from behind. Falling in the opposite direction than originally intended, she stumbled on top of someone she had never met before. Both of their breaths were heavy, the atmosphere thick with tension. Hazel had fallen backwards and couldn't see the person behind her.

(bump)

(No worries :D)

Hazel had stumbled on top of the stranger, completely surprised. Why…? Why anything? She didn't understand the timing, nor the stranger, nor the reason they were here. The point was that she had failed. She couldn't even get away with suicide correctly.
Her limbs hurt from the impact as she moved herself off of the trespasser. Turning around, she blinked at him with wide eyes. It was someone who might have been about her age. He was lanky and tall where she was short and stout. He… seemed fairly attractive as well, though she didn't really know what taste was good and what wasn't.
She wanted to ask this stranger why he had decided to save her, but that was a silly question. Anyone with a good head on their shoulders would stop her. Ha… she supposed that meant she really did have a horrible mind.
Instead of saying anything, Hazel moved to sit at the base of one of the trees.
Despite wanting to hold in the tears like she always did, a few ran down her cheeks, warm in contrast to the autumn air.

Hazel shook her head. She actually wasn't lying for the time being. She might have gotten a small scrape somewhere from falling, but nothing serious. Nothing that was recent anyways…
Her heart was pounding. She could feel the stranger's gaze on her and it nearly made her squirm. She felt like she was being picked apart bit by bit. It didn't matter if he was trying to help. Her mind only let her think the worst in people. If the people who were supposed to love her the most couldn't, why would anyone else?
Why should she…?
Hazel hugged her knees to her chest trying to seem smaller. Her lungs were trying to refill too quickly, making her breathing short and ragged. The girl tried to calm her breathing to convince both of them that things were fine.
But they weren't.
The never had been.