Suicide Club

New Year's Day

We just woke up and everyone was dead.

We meaning me including the world. Everyone meaning an entire generation of people. Dead meaning...well dead.

I flip the TV switch on and right there in front of me, millions of people dead because of...

Suicide?

The media's treating it like it's a disease.

Millions of teenage kids were dead and I'm starting to feel like maybe this was all Ed's fault. He died before any of this actually happened though. I'm still blaming Ed.

Ed died because we saw the movie 'Heathers', we saw that movie because Devon has a thing with films, Devon has a thing with films because I don't know. He just has this thing where he cares about things more than people. So in the end we can blame Devon for this whole ordeal.

But it's better that we blame Ed. He's dead so we can't hurt his feelings.

The phone starts vibrating in my pocket. I take a whack at it thinking it's a bug but thankfully it's not.

"Who is it?" I growl into the phone.

"Harley," I can almost hear the phone rattling around in her hands.

"What do you want?" I ask impatiently. "God, it's eleven o'clock, Harley."

"Are you watching the news right now?" She stammers. "All of those people..."

"Yeah, yeah. They're dead, so what? You want me to spit some life back into them, eh?"

"I'm pretty sure we killed them. I didn't mean to do it, Chris," She sobs. "We didn't think they were gonna do it really."

"It wasn't our fault. It was their choice where they wanted it or not," I put my feet up on the coffee table in front of me.

"Fuck it, Chris," She mutters, "What are you trying to do?"

"Do you want me to come over?"

"If it's not a problem," She answers shakily. "I have Devon with me though. He's asleep right now."

"Yeah, well that's Devon," I start getting up. "I'll be there in a few minutes," I hang up quickly because I can't handle so many emotions at once.

I pass my hands through my hair making sure my Mohawk hasn't started wilting. I shove my headphones on my ears and turn up the volume to the Ramones telling me to, 'Hey ho, let's go!'

I bang on Harley's door. There's shouting, it's probably her and Devon. Those two never shut up, I swear. Except for Devon, he doesn't like to talk around people he doesn't know.

I pound on the door again. "Harley, open up! I'm freezing my ass out here!" I shout.

There's the clatter of something falling, more shouting, then the lock opening and Harley's face. Her eyes are red like she's been crying.

"Sorry," She apologizes once I'm inside.

Devon glares at me. "I didn't know you were coming."

"I'm here," I extend my arms like a bird, "what are you going to do?"

"There's nothing I can do," He sits down on the couch, "If I do anything the infamous Chris Karson may convince me to commit suicide."

"Hey," I sit down with him, "That was not my fault. The world was already depressed when I got to it."

"America has to dig mass graves because of you!" Devon points at the screen. "It's New Year's Eve and where do you tell them to go? Times fucking Square, that's where!"

"It hasn't happened yet, though. Someone just leaked it," I explain.

"We have a whole entire hour, that's enough time!" Devon says sarcastically.

"We have to leave then," Harley puts on her coat. Devon follows suite putting on his overcoat, like the ones Neo and Trinity wore in the Matrix.

We head out into the winter.

"Do you need a coat?" Harley asks.

"Nah, let's just leave." I wave her off.

"Alright," she says doubtfully.

"I'm too punk for that shit anyways," I mutter lighting a cigarette.