Toxic thought

Deep thoughts and pepe the frog

I woke up to the sound of a familiar voice and knocking on the door. "Woah." I said with a confused look on my face. Reality and fantasy are really weird concepts. I raised an eyebrow as everything is back to normal and the fire alarm wasn't screaming at me. Just my door telling me to open it. When I did, all I saw was the brown haired giant I call my boyfriend embracing me for a kiss. I ignored his gesture and signaled him to come inside. "What was that?." He smirk chuckled and I respond with saying he woke me up from sleeping. I think it was sleeping..... definitely sleeping... right?Anyways, there's something behind his back and he has "Ask me about the lump under my shirt." Written all over his face. I did as told and was surprised but exited by what I saw. Pepe. Pepe the frog. "Omg, Pepe!!! Did I miss something? Is it my birthday? Aww forget it! Doesn't matter cause pepe the frog is literally in my hands!! Wait.... what is this for?" I ask not letting him give out even a stutter of explanation. And when I finally let up on him, all he says is "I'm sorry." And the obvious question after that was "what for?" He shakes his head "no" and I shake mine"yes" this goes on for what seemed like forever. He turned around and all I see is the same thing I saw for the first time when my mom died. This time though, it was a knife and not a gun. He held it in his hands along with tears in his eyes and  on his cheeks that wouldn't evaporate this time. "Babe, what's wrong? What the fuck are you doing???" I said trying to yank the dark colored knife from out of his hand. Im shorter and weaker so it didn't help much. He turned away from me and without a single thought or second to spare, he shoved the dark iron past his skull and into his brain. Seconds later, he was dead and a couple more seconds after, I was lying face down, eyes closed and Pepe the frog was still in my hand. I tried shooting up, alarmingly but nothing moved. I tried again and got the same response. Three times was not a charm in this case either. "I guess I'm gonna be here for a while." I said to myself. I was right. I dozed off after what seemed like thirty minutes into not moving a single body part. I woke up to a bright light in my face and angel like figures singing and walking towards me. At this time I could move but honestly I was to lazy to do so as Id had just woken up. I also kind of liked what I was experiencing. The most I had done was sit cris crossed. Pepe the frog still in my hands. "I have no idea what the hell is going on." Was, once again, the first and last thought to enter and exit my brain for a long time. I was ok with it this time though. I don't know if it was the "angels" singing to me. It really didn't seem like I knew anything at that moment. I just sat and listened. Little did I know, I was going to be told what killed me without even realizing that I was dead in the first place.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of my life. More than so, how and why it ended so soon. Enjoy.