One Chance

Larry (TW for Suicide)

  I had told my mom that I needed the day off and that I wasn't feeling great, which wasn't a complete lie. I sat on the bathroom floor, questioning if I really wanted to do this. My mom was strong, I knew she'd be okay eventually, it'd just take her a while. Ash would blame herself, but hopefully, she'd come to peace with it. Todd would analyze every move I had made for the past 2 weeks, trying to look for signs. Sal would internalize it, try to convince everyone that he was alright when clearly, he wasn't. He'd blame himself for not seeing anything wrong. But I knew eventually, everything would return to normal.

  I examined the swiss army knife my father gave me as a birthday gift. My mom was against it from the start. She claimed it was unsafe for such a small child to be carrying around a knife. She was probably right, however, my dad was insistent. It has become one of my most prized possessions. I knew my dad wasn't coming back. I'd given that up a while ago. I took a deep breath and hit send on the message I had drafted to Sal. Carefully, I stepped into the shower. My mom was doing work outside so hopefully by the time she found me, I'd be long gone.