What Happens When You Commit Suicide

Prolugue

As I opened my eyes, I thought what my life was worth, why am I here, is any of this worth it. No. I forgot that the razor was next to me on my side table. My wife was still at work and kids at school. I went down into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal.

Then I saw Mari, my wife, I asked, "aren't you supposed to be at work". She just responded with "No. I'm here with you because you need some comforting on you last moments alive". I freaked out and just asked her how she knew what I was planning.

She still just sat there, doing nothing. Just staring at me. I began to cry. I didn't know what to do I said and repeated. She still as calm as can be just sat there.

I eventually just ran to the bathroom. On the way there I grabbed the razor that was next to my bed and ran into the master bathroom.

I just sat there tears running down my face and nothing I can do about it. I eventually looked at my hand covered in blood, because I forgot the razor was there and I was clenching my fist out of anger. I realized the situation I was in and just started crying more.

Then I thought I heard my son's voice. I passed it off my usually delusions. Then I heard it again and then I kind of freaked and screamed "Damian!!! What are you doing? Then I heard why. I then began to freak out more and just repeated "I'm sorry I can't do it. I just can't do it.

Then I remembered the razor. I raised it up slowly and looked at the extremely sharp edge. I then began to slowly move my hand down. Razor in hand. Then felt the bittersweet release.

But I still heard the pleading of my son and just kept on repeating "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!!! Then I began to slowly doze off into an enternal sleep. The very last noise I heard were sirens and I thought maybe I will see Damian or Mari again.