It's never too late to be happy

I choose Life

Well, fuck. I royally screwed up this time.

Just like my grandma said I would. I can imagine her snickering and whispering "I told you so" underneath her ugly moustache. Hell, not whispering. Shouting it from the rooftops if she could climb there.

The hag.

Shit! Grandma, you were right. I ended up fucking up my life. I can only hope it was just mine and I didn't fuck up someone's else too.

Fuck! I can't feel anything. I can't see, speak, or move, either. I think...No, I'm sure. I think I'm sure.

Yep, I really fucked up this time.

Ha!

I bet these are the last seven minutes we all get, between life and death.

My whole life should be flashing trough my eyes right...about...now...

You can start now, Life! Clock's ticking.

C'mon Harper, focus on your early memory and the rest will surely come...Let's get this over with.

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Hmm! Interesting...

I guess I didn't have a life worthy of a moment like this.

Yeah, it's probably for the best.

Then I guess I can go now. There's no need for these seven minutes, Death.

Take me...

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Fuck! Not even Death wants me.

Understandable.

No resentment.

This shit should have a clock. How long have I been like this? I said the clock is ticking, but I can't hear it. I can't see it. I can't ask the time.

FUUUUUCK!

Yeah, because internally screaming will surely help Harper! Or talking to yourself, for that matter.

Oh, my sarcasm is still good. At least something good survived whatever happened to me. I could shed a happy tear right now, except...I can't.

I'm glad I can't. Who knows who's next to me right now. It could be that hag telling me she was right all along. I don't want her to see a tear and think I'm sorry to go.

But, let's face the facts. There's no way in hell she's here.

Fuck! I'm most likely alone.

It's fine. I don't care.

Story of my life. Story of my death.

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Fuck it!

Maybe they can hear me.

Mom?

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Jo?

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I guess not.

I'm muted. I'm paralyzed. I'm deaf.

Funny enough, that's doesn't scare me.

No.

What scares me is staying like this forever.

Death doesn't want me, and clearly Life is sick of me already.

Will I stay in limbo forever? Just me and my thoughts? Fuck, now that's scary because it's not even Me! It's...my voice. My...soul? Shit, someone once told me I had an ugly soul, and now here I am stuck with nothing but that.

I miss my body. I miss my hands. They could slap my face right now.

This is torture. Is this how I'll pay back everything I've done wrong?

No way.

I need to either wake up or let go.

Just choose one already!

Wake up. Let go.

Easy peasy.

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I'll never choose.

Vanilla or chocolate? Both.

Boys or girls? Both.

Cars or bikes? Both.

Life or Death?

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None?

Is that a possibility?

Wake up.

Let go.

Wake up.

Let go.

I just have to focus all my energy on one of the options. Not that I have much energy, but I'll use all that I have.

Focus.

Wake up.

Let go.

Wake up.

Or let go.

Wak...Aarrrghh

Fuck!

It hurts.

Aaarrrghhh.

Please...Someone make it stop.

I...

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Shit...

I...

No.

No.

Please...

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I choose Life.

Please.

Life!

Aaarrghhh!

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