About Time

Chapter 2

I'm so tired. Catching my breath while walking down the busy streets of Manhattan. Wearing my ragged jeans, my black plaid shirt and my old blue cap. I look horrible carrying my 30 kilo luggage. I should've thrown my other stuff here.

Twisting my head back and fort, side to side to find an affordable place to stay, maybe for a while. I found this small inn. Well, since I only have 150$ on hand i grabbed the opportunity to maybe spend a night or two with free meals. My room is kinda smelly. You know for sure what I mean. No tissue in the toilet, no heater on the shower and no extra sheets for cold night. Kinda happy since I only have 150$, I wont have to stay here for a long time.

The meal is okay. I have two small strips of bacon, undercooked scrambled egg and gooey bread. This is better than nothing at all. I finished the meal very fast. I feel dirty so I'm excited to take a shower, then I remember; yeah! There's no heater on the shower. Good luck!

I looked at the mirror. I look old. Very old. I'm just 41 years old. (Kinda old but I looked 60). I grabbed my hygiene kit, took out my razor and started to shave my beard. Minutes later I finished shaving and trimming my shoulder long wavy chestnut hair and voila! I still looked fucking old. I gave up. Took out my last bottle of jack and started to get tipsy again.

Thoughts are coming again. I'm so miserable. I lost everything i have. I am nothing but a homeless, hopeless, helpless idiot. I might even sell this stuff I'm having right now to just be alive for the next days but now I don't think there's another day for me.

The thoughts of taking my own life is whats running around my head. That's it. I'm ready. I planned everything. Thought of every ways to kill myself. I know its wrong but this is my only escape in this life full of miseries.

"Right! I'm going to write a letter for mother!" I took out my pen and a paper and started writing.

Dear Mom,

How you doing? Its been two decade since I left Alabama. Hows dad? Did Becky and Tyler finish school? I hope they're doing well. Maybe they already have a good paying job. I'm sorry mom, I never listened to you. I know I shouldn't have stolen uncle Barry's baseball. You got mad and scolded me. You told me to go away and leave the house. So I did. I know you didn't mean that but I was stubborn. I even stole your money so I can leave, and now here I am. I lost my 7th job, I lost my girlfriend, I lost my house. Mom I'm homeless. Please tell everyone that I love them. I missed you all so much. By the time you're reading this, maybe I'm already dead.

Thank you and I'm sorry for everything. I love you. Goodbye.

Your son,
Andrew

Right after I wrote my letter, I looked for a strong spot where I can tie my rope. And I'm ready. I placed my head inside the rope I made and I'm ready to jump.

"Fuck! Ouch! My back!"
Yes I fell. I guess the ceiling wasn't strong enough. I'm getting frustrated. Maybe the universe doesn't want me to escape my miseries. It want me to pay the prize of stealing that fucking baseball. Fuck this life.

I grabbed my stuff then I remember I'm killing myself anyway so I don't need those anymore. I'm holding the letter I wrote for mom and headed to the train station.

This is it. I only have 3 minutes left. 3 minutes before the train comes. I'm not scared. I'm ready.

I jumped. I remember the lights of the train hitting my body. It hurts but finally I'm out of my fucking world. I closed my eyes. Goodbye.

"Andrew! Wake up honey. You'll be late for school!!"

Whats that familiar voice? Is this part of dying?

"Andrew! Get up or I'll spank you!"

No! This isn't real. I'm dead already! Whats this?