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out.”
“Jesus! You have to call the cops.”
“No! I'm too scared.” He was crying. “It's over. It's just over. Please...”
I paced around the kitchen.
“But what about Alaska? What about the fucking Eskimos?”
“Yea. No. Sorry.”
I started getting angry.
“You said you'd save me from Joe. You promised me paradise .”
“What? Sorry, I wasn't listening. I have to go now. I think Elsa's awake.”
“Fuck her!” I said the next thing in an intense whisper. “And fuck you.”
I hung up and sat on the couch (avoiding Joe's empty beer cans), crying into my hands. I went into the bathroom and washed my face. I hated looking at myself in the mirror.
You're a failure , the face said back. You have done nothing with your life. You don't deserve to live. I hate looking at you.
I went into the kitchen and got a knife and held it against my wrist. I was shaking so bad. I bit my lip, trying desperately to sum up the courage to do it – to just DO IT. But I couldn't. I threw the knife into the sink and wept.
You can't even do that right. Loser. Now go hang yourself in the woods.
“Okay.”
I put on some clothes and went outside.
After an hour of walking down a dirt road (the occasional passing car honking at me), I reached my destination: The Suicide Woods, aka Hanging Trees, the place people go to die, all by hanging. I didn't need to bring rope. I'd surely find one there. The entrance looked like a giant mouth – the darkness beyond singing sounds of crickets and hallow winds. I walked in carefully, staring at the sharp, leafless, black branches above me. They looked like elongated fingers ready to pick me off my feet. The further in I walked, the colder it got. I hugged myself, looking around for the perfect place to die. What spot best represented who I was?
I came before an ugly, obese tree. It looked as if it had been on fire at some point. I walked around it, to the back, and saw...the body, hanging by a good length of yellow rope. I was horrified, but at the same time curious. The corpse looked fresh. Its hands were well manicured. It was in a fancy business suit. I couldn't tell if the body was male or female. The head was nothing but a skull. I pushed against the corpse, and a family of centipedes oozed out from its eye holes. The body's suitcase was nearby – a small note taped to it.
“Dear World,” it read. “Fuck you for not making life easier. You made me do this.”
I liked the note, so I took it and walked on.
Deeper into the heart of the woods, I arrived at (to my amazement) an old pirate ship. I walked closer in awe. It was old and covered in vines. A crude hole was in its hull, maybe created by an enemy cannonball long ago. Seeing a dim light inside, I walked in. The scent of the ocean filled my nostrils. I was in a large room of dangling red sheets and candles. A woman slept on a bed, naked.
Vampire , said a voice in my head.
I caught my breath. I had never seen anything so gorgeous – not even Mike matched her beauty. I wanted to say something, but when I opened my mouth, she began to move, squirming with her hands between her thighs, her eyes shut tight, her tongue licking her lips. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was slowly walking towards her. I was hypnotized....
A strong breeze filled the room and the red sheets fluttered violently, covering my view of the erotic woman. It was as if the sheets were attacking me. I began to think this was a mistake, that I should have never entered the ship. I began to panic. I wanted to run away... When I turned around, I was face to face with the mystery woman. I gasped.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude.”
The woman grinned – her jet black hair blowing in the breeze; her black lips shimmering candlelight.
“What is your name?”
I struggled to remember.
“M-Megan.”
“Well, M-Megan, looks like this is your lucky day.”
“You're not going to kill me, are you?”
She laughed.
“No, no. In
“Jesus! You have to call the cops.”
“No! I'm too scared.” He was crying. “It's over. It's just over. Please...”
I paced around the kitchen.
“But what about Alaska? What about the fucking Eskimos?”
“Yea. No. Sorry.”
I started getting angry.
“You said you'd save me from Joe. You promised me paradise .”
“What? Sorry, I wasn't listening. I have to go now. I think Elsa's awake.”
“Fuck her!” I said the next thing in an intense whisper. “And fuck you.”
I hung up and sat on the couch (avoiding Joe's empty beer cans), crying into my hands. I went into the bathroom and washed my face. I hated looking at myself in the mirror.
You're a failure , the face said back. You have done nothing with your life. You don't deserve to live. I hate looking at you.
I went into the kitchen and got a knife and held it against my wrist. I was shaking so bad. I bit my lip, trying desperately to sum up the courage to do it – to just DO IT. But I couldn't. I threw the knife into the sink and wept.
You can't even do that right. Loser. Now go hang yourself in the woods.
“Okay.”
I put on some clothes and went outside.
After an hour of walking down a dirt road (the occasional passing car honking at me), I reached my destination: The Suicide Woods, aka Hanging Trees, the place people go to die, all by hanging. I didn't need to bring rope. I'd surely find one there. The entrance looked like a giant mouth – the darkness beyond singing sounds of crickets and hallow winds. I walked in carefully, staring at the sharp, leafless, black branches above me. They looked like elongated fingers ready to pick me off my feet. The further in I walked, the colder it got. I hugged myself, looking around for the perfect place to die. What spot best represented who I was?
I came before an ugly, obese tree. It looked as if it had been on fire at some point. I walked around it, to the back, and saw...the body, hanging by a good length of yellow rope. I was horrified, but at the same time curious. The corpse looked fresh. Its hands were well manicured. It was in a fancy business suit. I couldn't tell if the body was male or female. The head was nothing but a skull. I pushed against the corpse, and a family of centipedes oozed out from its eye holes. The body's suitcase was nearby – a small note taped to it.
“Dear World,” it read. “Fuck you for not making life easier. You made me do this.”
I liked the note, so I took it and walked on.
Deeper into the heart of the woods, I arrived at (to my amazement) an old pirate ship. I walked closer in awe. It was old and covered in vines. A crude hole was in its hull, maybe created by an enemy cannonball long ago. Seeing a dim light inside, I walked in. The scent of the ocean filled my nostrils. I was in a large room of dangling red sheets and candles. A woman slept on a bed, naked.
Vampire , said a voice in my head.
I caught my breath. I had never seen anything so gorgeous – not even Mike matched her beauty. I wanted to say something, but when I opened my mouth, she began to move, squirming with her hands between her thighs, her eyes shut tight, her tongue licking her lips. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was slowly walking towards her. I was hypnotized....
A strong breeze filled the room and the red sheets fluttered violently, covering my view of the erotic woman. It was as if the sheets were attacking me. I began to think this was a mistake, that I should have never entered the ship. I began to panic. I wanted to run away... When I turned around, I was face to face with the mystery woman. I gasped.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude.”
The woman grinned – her jet black hair blowing in the breeze; her black lips shimmering candlelight.
“What is your name?”
I struggled to remember.
“M-Megan.”
“Well, M-Megan, looks like this is your lucky day.”
“You're not going to kill me, are you?”
She laughed.
“No, no. In