Short Stories

IDWTBYA

Who knew one would find serendipity in lying in a tub of water mixed with blood, your own blood? No one, except the people that like to exaggerate their own demise and I am one of those people. Call it a kink I don't give a fuck but I like to exaggerate my doom because I've done nothing but bring people down around me and hell it sounds stupid but in reality, I am just a wuss and have yet to kill myself as I am bounded to a commitment -not a promise mind you as promises are meant to be broken- to a friend of mine, the only one I have, Ash White, contradicting name I know.

She is a doctor that specializes in fields like my condition. She isn't world renown yet but she is known around the area as the "best doctor to go to cure your sadness" great name to be honest. I am one of her patients but I've been asking her to give up on me as for what's the point in keeping a useless human alive and yet she still doesn't give a fuck and is relentless in keeping me alive.

I stayed in the tub for a few minutes in the silence hearing nothing but the clock ticking and the occasional cars zooming about outside.

"Tick tock tick tock," I said mocking the clock "Why can't I just man up and kill myself?" I went underwater and stayed there for a couple of minutes.

I've done this before but something about this day just makes me wanna fully do it. I don't know why but I feel as if something bad will happen like how Devon Sawa's character saw the plane blowing up or how he saw a Phantom bus that later killed the girlfriend of Kerr Smith's character.

It's just a hunch but hell sometimes a hunch works.

I got out of the tub and drained it. I walked into my living room which looks decent enough and completely hides the fact that a broken person lives here.

The doorbell rang "Always on time" I thought to myself opening the door, it was Ash.

"Woah," Ash said "You fixed everything"
"Looks good enough right?" I said sitting down
"Mhm," She said sitting down in front of me, "So how's your morning?"
"It's fine," I said "Just feel like something wrong will happen"
"And what could that be?"
"Don't know"
"Just relax"
"Relax? You know...me I never relax"
"There's a first time for everything yeah know?"
"Yeah..."

She cleared her throat and changed the subject
"The medication, are you taking it?"
"Mhm," I said refusing eye contact
"I read people for a living"
"And how does tha-"
"You aren't taking them are you?"
I didn't speak
"I'll take that as a yes"
"Tell me," I said crossing my legs "Why do you do this?"
"I want to have you back," She said "The guy that would always be happy"
"People change..."
"Yeah, they do that. Guess I am just living in the past huh?"
Silence once again "This is the phantom bus," I thought to myself and even before I could open my mouth she stood up
"Sorry," She said and I looked in her eyes and I saw them watering "I need to go" and she left.

"What did you do..." I said talking to myself
"Dumbass"
"I know"
"Why can't you keep a normal conversation?"
"I don't know"
"They want you to change, why can't you?"
"I don't...."
"...know. It's always what you, do you even know anything at all?"
"Stop it with the questions please!"
"You said it yourself, you can never relax"
"I hate you"
"Should've just killed us"

I snapped. I check the cabinet where I kept the medication Ash gave me and started dry swallowing a pill that later turned to two then three. Minutes passed and nothing, in pure rage, pain and wanting to give up made me decide to go outside my apartment. I felt dizzy and nauseous when I got outside. I sluggishly walked towards the incoming cars.

"I don't want to be you anymore..." I walked into the incoming cars and got hit by one. As my vision was getting blurry probably from the overdose or the hit or maybe even both I just heard a car door close and darkness was all I saw....silence was all I heard.

"They want you to change, why can't you?"
"I don't know Ash," I said looking down on my phone
"Well that's neat," Ash said
"And why do you say that?" I said
"Kinda like this kind of you," She said "Serious but you can also take jokes"
"Thanks, I guess"
Silence
"Hey..."
"Yeah?"
"After what happened to Kaley and how she..."
I waited for her to continue her sentence
"How she..."
"Died"
"Yeah...I started noticing the same things that she exhibited when she was yeah...in you and I'm scared to.."
"I'm not Ash, promise"
"No"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Don't promise, pledge and commit to it"
"Fine, I pledge wholeheartedly to not attempt any act that results in my death intentionally and I am forever bound to this pledge to you and if I break it there will be consequences if I survive. Happy?"

She nodded

I remember the conversation she and I had where I pledged to her in our senior high.

Since then she was a really good reader of people and even though I wasn't in the mental state I am right now, I was still broken from the death of Kaley, the person that I kinda had a mild crush on but never really went anywhere. The happiest girl in class, the one that would just make you so happy that you'd forget all of your problems and the dreaded day she died was just saddening. We didn't appreciate her too much and even I the person that was the closest to her didn't appreciate her that much I never said thank you, I took her for granted.

March 1 was her death, days before the end of that grade and everything was so chill, no problems and no bullshit then when 1:00 pm came around I found a note on my locker, it was from her.

The contents I wasn't able to read it as a loud shriek was heard. Everyone went towards it to either help or watch and it took a toll on everyone that day. The happiest person in class killed herself.

Today was March 1.

The End

AN: This is intended to be a part one of a book that I had an idea on but I am just going to leave it here and just update it when I decide to publish the book that is related to this.