People

Lucas

My blond hair drooped in my face as I stacked the cups for the soda machine.

My shift at the Wiener Hut ended at eight. Twenty minutes left then I was out of this place for good.

I should feel happy, but I don't. Ever since I put in my two weeks notice I had thought a lot about what I had planned for tonight.

The rope sat in my apartment and Angie was waiting for me upstairs.

My sweet, sweet Angie. The cancer took her from me and now I was joining her.

I clocked out and waved goodbye, knowing people would see me on the news tomorrow and think of me.

As I drove home all I thought about was bliss and wrath. They contrasted in my brain mixing me into a swirling spiral.

What if I didn't see Angie? What if she didn't love me anymore? If upstairs she found someone new to love? We'd only been together for six months, what if she didn't love me?

Nonsense, she loves me. She told me herself.

But people change. They evolve into new dynamics.

I put those thought to rest as I pulled up to the apartment.

It was dark, only a table lamp to light the room. I had left a note on the neighbor's doormat saying to call the police. She wouldn't be home until tomorrow, plenty of time to die.

I set up the chair and stood on top. Wrapping the rope around my neck just like I had seen in so many movies before.

There was a knock on the door. It turned into pounding.

Lucas?! Lucas?! Don't do it! It's going to be okay Lucas! Open up!

No, I was going to die tonight. She's too early. The guilt begins to set in.

I have to do it now.

I whisper my final words.

I love you Angie.

As I kick back the chair the door burst open.

Today is not my day.

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