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Wednesday, 15th February
The video of the teenage boy who had gone to the ATM wearing nothing but a diaper was still viral even after he'd died. Teju had no money in his account but that day, the ATM gave him money. A lot of it.
Teju or rather, Tej as everyone fondly called him, had died in December and it felt like I was the only one who remembered him. That alone broke my heart even more. I didn't want to end up like Tej-forgotten. But now, I was staring at my own end in the face and yet, I had no guarantee that I wouldn't be forgotten. But then, maybe I deserved to be forgotten.
What really ate me up was living for nothing and dying for nothing. Nah...I didn't live for nothing.
Would I have gone down this road if I had the chance to go back in time? I don't know.
I also didn't know where the hell I was driving to at this time of the night.
Alcohol doesn't drown out suicidal thoughts. I realized that as I drove to nowhere in particular with Vincent's gun tucked away in the backseat.
The plan had been to find somewhere quiet and lonely, sit in my car, and pull the trigger. But I'd been driving through quiet and lonely places for almost an hour and I just couldn't get myself to park.
I'd left Vincent's party staggering and mumbling slurry goodbyes to anyone who cared to listen but now I didn't even feel that drunk. Besides my shaky hands on the steering wheel and my slightly blurred vision-as a result of alcohol or weed or crying, I didn't know-I was okay. Too okay for someone who had made up his mind to die that night even.
I just couldn't sit and wait around to die like Tej.
It was when I found myself driving into St. Peter's that I realized that I wasn't driving to nowhere. Why I came here? I didn't know. I parked my car in the parking lot and peered at the time on my phone.
Exactly midnight. Officially seven days left.
The church looked just as calm and dead quiet as my drive here. The street lights everywhere gave that golden-neon effect I wished I'd taken more time to admire.
I thought about the gun in the backseat and why I'd brought it. The church parking lot seemed like the perfect place to do it for some reason. I entertained the thought for a while before I heard a knock on my window. It was one of the security men. My windows were tinted so he couldn't see me. I wound down the glass.
"Good evening," I greeted the middle-aged man. It didn't look like he was having a good evening, but then he was here lurking around past midnight, instead of having a good night's sleep, so the scowl on his face was understandable.
