Abroad

Before this story begins, I would like to say a reddit post heavily inspired me to write this. This is based on a true story! Credits go to the person on reddit, as i just fixed some details and added more to the story. Enjoy! :) 

I was hammered from tonight, I had just decided to call an uber. I was at a party my coworkers and friends hosted as a "going away" party. A few days ago I had told them that I was working abroad, even though that sadly wasnt the real case of what was happening, I was hoping this party would help me forget about everything. I decided to get hammered along with my friends and we were all drunk so there was no chance of one of us taking someone, let alone me, home. As I called the uber, we were cleaning up the tables a bit so the host didnt have to clean all by themselves tommorow. Ofcourse some friends were staying the night, but I decided not too.

I sat on the couch and checked when my uber was getting here, 5 more minutes. As time passed, we finished cleaning up a bit and the people who were staying over started making beds out of comforters on the floor of the living room, knowing them they probably are going to get even more hammered with the left over alcohol when everyone else leaves. I get a notification that my uber is here.

"Bye everyone! My uber is here so I have to leave!" I completely forgot what I was trying to forget about, but after saying that I remember again. I start to tear up slightly, but quickly stop and hold myself together. As I hug them all and say our goodbyes, I walk out of the door, to my uber driver right infront of the house. I open the door and hop into the back seat. I speak up as soon as I sit down. "Hi, I'm sorry for being so drunk by the way, I just got hammered at this party." He replied fast, "Hello! It is okay, I usually get people who are like you who need to be picked up, but I'm supposed to be taking you home, correct?" I think to myself that this driver is very nice, "yes but please, may you just drive around for awhile, with the windows down?" He replies with "yes ofcourse." I see him reach into the glove box and hand me a paper bag, I sat there confused as to why he gave me it but I brush it off, I mean, I am pretty drunk after all.

He drives around for about 5 minutes, I speak up again without thinking, "have you ever thought of dying?" He seems confused, I'd understand why. "Yeah, I guess so, why do you ask?" As I tear up I feel streaks of tear drops roll from my eyes, I quickly wipe it up. "Im dying soon, maybe a week or two, and I have cancer in my brain. I think its too late for chemo so I've just accepted death at this point." I hear him start to snuffle as I look up into the rear view mirror, I look at the drivers eyes as I see them start to tear up. Knowing he probably doesnt know what to say, I tell him about the party. "For this party my friends and coworkers hosted for me, I said I was going to work abroad now, but little did they know abroad was heaven." I looked up into the sky out of the window. Id make a very beautiful sky, or atleast I'd try too.