Rigatoni/Ramen

Schizophrenic Androliss/Megamelia Short #5 (The Animals)

Four: A short story by Meg

The boy stood atop the hill, completely still besides the wind rushing his clothes. He couldnt help but look down and see the treacherous height he was at. He couldnt help but tremble, even if he wasnt afraid of heights.

You told me to come here! He screamed into the wind, What do you want now? He stood there trying to keep warm, but still look intimidating to the spectators.

You jump. A voice said from behind him.

The boy knew better than to try and see where the voice came from. He knew that if he turned around no one would be there.

What if I dont want to? He asked in a smaller, almost scarred voice.

But you must. The voice was closer. The person was moving towards him, and that was when he realized, if I dont jump hell push me.

I dont want to though. I dont want to jump. He whined, his knees close to buckling at the idea of death.

But all that time of fantasizing, The voice breathed on his neck, Im sure Death is a nice man, maybe you can put a word in for me.

suddenly the boy could feel a hand on the small of his back and with one shove he lost ballance.

As he fell all he could think was, I dont want to die, I dont want to die, I dont want to die, I dont want to die, I dont want to die! He screamed as his last voiced words.

As he fell from the high cliff, the wind deafening him, he couldnt even hear his own screams.

He fell, and fell, and fell, and finally he hit the ground undoubtedly breaking his spine and many other bones, but surprisingly, and not to his advantage, he didnt die on impact. For the first time he was able to see the voice that was always behind him.

It was him, standing there on the cliff. He could see himself staring down at the broken mangled body, and he finally realized why he never say who was speaking.

He was always just talking to himself. I jumped off the cliff. I jumped. I killed myself. Ive been telling myself to do it, and he, no I, finally convinced myself.

As he took his last ragged breath, undoubtedly on Deaths door, he could finally say he felt alive. He could finally say hes free of the burden of his own whispers.

Why must all your stories end in such sad deaths Miss Megamelia? Liss questioned, depressed from his current reading.

She shrugged, A happy ending gives hope, but is there truly hope in the world?

Dont get philosophical on me.