Strange Suicide

Wasted Space

In life there are the lucky people and people who get shit. We can't all be lucky that would just be stupid. I'm Richard Smith, and I am one of those unlucky smart people that get to be the ass of society. I come from a dirt poor family, Dads a dead beat alcoholic and moms a whore. My big sister, Jennie, is a pot head liberal hippie. And as I get older I realize I'm becoming as awful as they are. I never had much of a social life, I never saw the point in tedious social interactions. So I spend the majority of my time watching TV, dealing drugs, or mutilating my body. sometimes I resort to reading but that's only when I'm bored of bleeding. At this point I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with my life statistically guys like me end up hooking up with some whore have like five baby's leave the whore for another one having more kids and then OD in the bathtub. Personally I don't want to end up like that, but I'm not sure how many other options I have. What purpose does a person like me serve? After years of thinking upon this question the best answer I could come up with was contributing to the AIDS epidemic and over population, and If thats all I am then I'd be better off dead. That's when I hit an epiphany. I should kill myself! I don't know why I didn't think about this before. Life sucks why waste my time with it.

Instinctively my brain tried to rationalize the situation to try to find other options, but there really wasn't anything to rationalize. So it was set, I was going to kill myself. The only problem was the fact that I was coming into the world as a nobody, without a purpose, and I was gonna leave it the same way. I felt like if I'm gonna do this than I should at least honor the gift of life I was given, and make something of myself before I go.
That's when I came to the conclusion that I was gonna commit the most note worthy suicide in history. I planned, I planned for a week and a half before I knew what I was gonna do. Then one day I had finally constructed the perfect suicide.

I jumped in my car and drove an hour and thirty minutes, from my home town of Auburn, GA to Atlanta. I drove to a private air port, hopped the fence surrounding it, and hid behind the massive tires of the planes landing gear. I waited there for over five hours before what I was waiting for finally occurred. The stairs that lead into the plane lowered. I ran up those stairs as fast as my legs could carry, sprinted into the cockpit, and hid right beside the door. About two or three minutes later people started to walk on the plane and they were approaching the cockpit. I crouched down just as an extra precaution. As soon as I did the captain and his copilot walked in. They were too busy talking to notice anything suspicious. They waited for everyone to get settled before the captain picked up the intercom and said "good morning Mister Beiber, my name is Captain Ridgewell, I'll be taking care of you today". Then he pulled a few levers and pressed a bunch of buttons, and then we began to take off.

I did a lot of waiting and now the moment was here, if I did this there would be no turning back. I pulled out two knives, and I slowly shimmied towards them. I stuck my head in the space between their chairs. They both turned there heads at the same time, but before they could do or say anything I stabbed them both in the neck. Blood started leaking everywhere, it was disgusting but I did what I needed to do. Then, like a boss, I walked out of the cockpit to meet the guest of honor.

"Hi Justin, big fan... At least I was, but whatever it won't matter for much longer".

"Who are you?"

"I am so very sorry" I said as I was sitting down in the luxurious leather chair with a martini in my hand. "My name is Richard Marley, but you can call me Dick if you'd like."

"What are you doing on my plane!"

"Oh right, I guess I should have said this earlier. Hi Mr. Beiber, I am here to kill you."

"What!...What did I ever do to you, what did I ever do to anyone. Why do people hate me."

"Dude it's nothing personal, I just want to be known as the guy who killed Justin Beiber."