"It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitable lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries, and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. How is it any different when you are under attack by your own mind?"
I can see the beauty in the insignificance, I think to myself, when I'm alone at night. If my blood is spilled, will I enrich some part of the planet? Will I come back as a hair on a spiders back? Or the iridescent sheen of the wing of a dragonfly? I wanted to be beauty, I wanted to be a reason. I wanted to be anything that was mind numbingly insignificant that people never thought about. I didn't want to be a human being anymore. I didn't want to walk down the street and be recognized as just another human being. I wanted to be the reason for that glow, which you see in someone's face. When they spot these insignificant beauties around the world we live in.
"Are you leaving now?" I said to Jesse, sadness filling my eyes.
"I can't" Jesse's face tensed.
"Why Jesse?" I breathed as I took a step towards him, he was hovering between the threshold of my bedroom door.
"Because you have to leave with me, I said I wasn't letting you go." Jesse looked sad.
"We always keep our word, don't we?" Jesse smiled as he looked at my beige carpet.
"Let's go." I nodded as I took Jesse's hand.
"I won't be able to stop this time if you get scared." Jesse looked stern.
"It's fine." I smiled weakly.
Our fingers interlocked and I noticed for the first time, I saw the droplets of blood coming from my wrist.
My beige carpet forever scarred.
Jesse pulled me into his chest, for the first time I could smell him, he smelt just like my old memories.
His hands moved up the sides of my body until he reached my shoulders, he stalled.
"Goodbye." Jesse nodded as his throat tensed.
"Wha—" My voice as cut short by his hands around my neck.
I felt every indention and callousness of his fingertips as he stopped the eternal drink of air entering my lungs.
I pushed my hands against his face as I pleaded for air, leaving bloody fingerprints across his soft face.
"Count to three." Jesse said as he strained, his eyes fluttering to a close, as did mine.
One...two.
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Jesse
Short Story"What's your name?" I asked. "Jesse." He responded. A small glint in his eye danced back and forth between me and the reflection of the streetlight above us. A soft smile made delicate footprints across his lips as he looked towards the pavement. "...
