Death Of Ruby

Ruby hanse pt 1

RUBY Hanse

"... oh Ruby how I miss you"ruby's father rob finished.

Left foot... right foot... left-

"Ahh... oh, uh sorry... hi ! As you all know i'm ruby's best friend penny fisher. Today was a ver-....."

Okay today was my best friend ruby hanse funeral. Now I won't tell you how she died but she did die a very basic death. And i'm not that sad about it as you think i would be. I'm actually not sad at all, im happy. Not saying i hate her or wish she died no it's just...

"she didn't have the best life with getting kicked out, bullied, and not being able to do what they loved, so this is good for her, me, even you. Cause I know you didn't like seeing her come home with a black eye and still have to pay the bills instead of playing at the age of 7. She got a job at 6, at six... did I do anything to help no. I'd just sit on the porch waiting for her, waiting... and I'd still sit there waiting even tho I heard screams and cries. I would just wait all morning, I-" and i stopped. And started laughing. And i know it seems weird but hey im as morbid as it gets. "Ha ha.... Well she was cool we shared so many bonds like the time we watched coco the cat get ran over ahh good times ... well ruby as you wish you shall rot in hell amen". I hear gasps from all over, i run to her casket and kiss her cold lips before running off to the neighbourhood park. I see a building close by i go in and rush to the top story.

    I look down... "I'm doing this for you ruby hanse..." and then i look up at the dark and foggy sky and jump of the roof of the building, the wind hitting my face. i slam into the concrete it hurts so bad i can feel all my bones crack... I can feel myself drift away... Then i blink and see... Ruby???

¨ ruby what are you doing here?¨ i say in a shaky voice, i can feel my hands shaking violently... waiting for a reply.

" i guess, But why are you here. Your not dead are you... please say you aren't dead" Ruby says whimpering as she reaches for a hug.

"Well i did jump off a building... so i think so?" I said. Not knowing what else to say.

Suddenly i wake up, and i'm breathing heavily. I look around and see i'm on the ground in front of the building i previously jumped off of. I feel a sharp pain in my head, back, and limbs. I pull up my sleeve it was covered in bruises and cuts, the bruises looked new but the cuts were from the night before, i remember it clear and i did not ever want to think about that again. So i started to think, "What the actual hell happened?!".

I struggle to get up but when i am up i start heading to my house. It's not the nicest house, hell it's not even a house, its a dump. I live there with my mom. That's it. That's all i have and she doesn't even acknowledge my existence. But it's fine she is barely there anyways, she's usually at her dumb boyfriends house, whatever guy it is this time. My dad was never here ether, and its not that i don't know him, i do. Hes very rich too, but hes an a hole so i don't talk to him unless its for child support and stuff like that.Which is a lot cause we are very poor, very, very poor.

" hey ma, are you here!," i squint my eyes, " ok well i'm just going to take a shower now, bye!" i walk up the three stairs we have, ya its not nesisaraly an up stairs. I walk to the shower and started to undress myself. I hop in and turn on the shower head. As the warm water softens my joints I start to think about ruby and that weird Halutionation i had. Blood dripping down the drain.

"How did I survive that fall?" I ask myself quietly. I literally fell like 8 feet and didn't break a single bone; only these big bruises.

"Damn" I curse out loud as I touched the biggest one on my rib, purple, blue, and green littered all over; fading into a lighter green around the edges.

I get out of the shower and wipe the mirror down with my hand; I look at my self, I look terrible. A big bruise going across my cheek bone all the way to my jawline. But my pale, foggy eyes start to look at the small drips of blood on my hairline. My dark brown hair covered in some blood still.My hand goes to wipe the blood and as I do so I curse out. Pain stings my head; I open my bathroom cabinet and pull out the pain killers. I tip it into my hand and only one comes out. "God mom" I say disappointed. I take the pill and leave the bathroom.

I walk to my room. I go to my drawer hearing the water from my skin dripping on the floor. I pick out a wife beater and some sweatpants. I put them on with little struggle and lay on my bed. I open "my" computer (obviously I stole it) to search the affects of falling off a building and surviving.And google pulls up an article about how the chances are slim and that if I did I should see a doctor and probably go to the ambulance.

So I thought for a minute, I don't have any money so I'd have to steal from my mom. Oh boy whatever it's not like I haven't done it before. She never notices it anyway she's always to drunk or high to care.

So I steeped out of my room leaving my computer on the bed...