Before The Fall (Suicide Notes Prequel)

The Will

~Published: February 27, 2015~

Victoria London blankly stared down at the document in front of her and then glanced up at the woman who helped her write the catastrophe that was her will.

After quickly analyzing and assessing it, she realized that she didn't have much to her name.

She found it devastating that the only thing she had to her name and could truly call her own was her beat up blue car and her Persian cat, Lucky.

Biting her lip, she twisted the sleeves of her red shirt with her fingers and glanced at the black pen that lied on top of the document.

"Are you ready, Vicki?"

Not just yet...

She carefully scrutinized the five paragraphs that were meant to be read after she was gone somewhat disdainfully but still relieved.

I, Victorique Valentina London, hereby leave behind my old beat up blue car to be fixed and preserved for Victor Thomas London. He will receive the car one week after my death.

I leave behind my Persian cat, Lucky. She will be placed in a shelter until someone adopts her, but until then I place her in the custody of my mother and father, Violetta and Vincent London.

I am requesting the donation of any and everything in my apartment, ie, clothes and furniture.

Any jewelry found shall be given to my mother except for my silver name tags. Those are meant for Vinn James London.

Any and all pictures of me must be burned immediately after my funeral.

I, Victorique Valentina London, hereby declare this document as my last will and testament.

Victoria picked up the pen in her left hand and scribbled her signature onto the line before dropping it and passing the document back to the lawyer.

She watched anxiously as the woman signed her name and placed the document into a manila envelope and then into her briefcase.

"Before you go, may I ask why you are writing your will this young?"

Victoria froze and slowly looked up at her. She can't know, she thought panicking.

"I want to live my life without worrying that if anything were to happen to me, I would be leaving nothing behind for my family," Victoria half lied as convincingly as possible, praying that she believed her.

The woman nodded and brushed her blonde hair away from her face before she held her hand out for Victoria to shake.

"It was nice meeting and working with you, Victoria."

"Likewise," Victoria murmured, reaching over to shake the woman's hand before standing from her chair.

The woman walked Victoria out of her office with a sinking feeling in her gut, her stilettos clicking against the linoleum as she watched her walk to the elevator.

Victoria pressed the down button on the elevator and waited for it to come up all the while staring down at her converse covered feet.

She could feel the gaze of the woman on her back and knew that she was most likely still suspicious.

When she thought about it, Victoria couldn't blame the woman for being hesitant and suspicious. What twenty-one-year-old wrote her will before she could actually live?

One who is tired and has nothing to live for, Victoria thought cynically as she walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor.

Once in the confines of the elevator, she pulled out her journal from her black bag and flipped to her agenda for the day.

Tuesday, see your lawyer, she read before scratching it out with a pen she dug out of her bag.

She glanced at the next thing on her list sadly. Go to The Venetian Cafe.

It was sad that her life had been reduced to making lists of things she had to do just to get through one day without breaking down.

Victoria walked out of the building with a heavy heart, her head cast down and made her way to her car. She threw the door open and jumped in ready to turn the ignition when the traitor tears began to flow.

She banged her head on the steering wheel and sobbed into her hands, the sleeves of her shirt slipping down around her marred wrists. She clutched at her chest, grasping a portion of her shirt in her fist.

It hurts.