Living on a Time Limit

Chapter 10 ~ You Only Live Once

I harshly opened my apartment door and slammed it shut, locking it before collapsing on the ground.

Every part of my body burns. Breathing feels so hard now that another person's gone.

I manage to choke out more tears, though it feels as if my body's drained of them at the same time.

I punch the ground underneath me. I punch, and I punch, and I punch, even if my knuckles start to bruise.

"It should have been me."

"Why couldn't it have been me!?"

"She didn't deserve to die."

"Why..."

My breath is heavy and my heart is pounding as I start to stop.

I hear my neighbors talking and laughing, probably having another party.

I manage to get up, shakily taking a deep breath.

I head towards the bathroom and take a look at myself in the mirror.

"Oh, wow, I look like a mess."

My hair is extremely messy and all over the place, eyes red from crying, bruises on my face and upper arms. I pick at the bandages at my neck slightly, tempted to take them off.

"Oh...I still have it on."

My eyes flick down to the necklace. The paramedics didn't take it off...

I unhook it and place it on the sink counter and look for thinning shears.

I eventually found them in the mirror cabinet, and cut off the bandages on my neck. The ones on my wrist can stay.

I sigh and look at the blood-red cuts. At least they're dry...and the spot that my arteries were at weren't cut, somehow.

I put back on the necklace and held the heart chain on it for a few moments.

Wonder if Ayelet still has hers on too.

After fixing myself up and leaving the bathroom, I headed towards the balcony.

Opening and closing the glass sliding doors, I walked onto it and leaned against the railing.

The commotion of the city was as lively as ever.

Even if my life feels as if it's been shattered...everyone else's still go on.

I look down at the ground, to where people are walking on the sidewalk, getting where they need to go or just spending time with a loved one or even spending time alone with them and their own thoughts.

I watch everyone down below for a bit, but then my eye gets caught by a sidewalk musician, singing into a microphone along with playing his guitar, both connected to a speaker.

A person tips money into his guitar case next to him, and he nods to the person while continuing to sing.

"What more can I say~? Baby, life's a mess, but this mess is short, so let's drown our pain in Minute Maid and call it a sport..."

I stand there for a while, listening to the lyrics, and get teary-eyed doing so.

Midway through the song, I wipe my tears and leave the balcony and grab my purse.

I speed-walk to where the man is singing, and I grab $100 from my wallet and put it in the guitar case.

"Is it okay if I stay here for a bit?" I quietly ask.

The man stutters, surprised, and stops singing for a second. His facial expression then softens, and he nods.

I lean against the wall of the building near him, listening to him sing the rest of the time.

"May your khakis all be stylish, and your coffee always Irish, and darling, when you close your eyelids, you've got a friend nearby...baby, life's a mess, but this mess is short, so let's drown our pain in Minute Maid and call it a sport, and if your back needs scratching, well, I solemnly swear, that I'ma grab the rake and I'll be right- yes, I'ma grab the rake and I'll be right- well, I'll grab the rake, and be right there~!"

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Bonus points to whoever knows the song that the sidewalk musician was singing.

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