Suicide Club

Suicide is the Mantra for All Teenagers

Suicide is the Mantra for All Teenagers

I found out about it because I was messing around with Devon’s laptop and he had a tab open. I clicked on it without thinking much of it. I was just expecting something stupid to pop up, like gay porn but that wasn’t what I got.

“What the hell is this?” I scrolled through the endless expanses of this website called the ‘Suicide Club’. It all consisted of a ton of depressed high school kids with too much homework to do. Too much stress.

Suicide Club was loosely based off of Fight Club except the purpose was suicide. In Fight Club, you couldn’t commit suicide. If you did then Tyler Durden would probably beat your dead ass until it turned into a piece of raw fucking steak and then he’d probably eat it. At Suicide Club you got to talk to Devon and he got to tell you how to deal with your shit problems.

“When did you make this?” I flipped the laptop around so that he could see the screen.

He ripped the laptop from my hands. “It’s nothing.”

“You shit fuck, you’re telling people to commit suicide,” I got up on his bed. “How many have you killed?”

“I postponed it all to New Year’s,” He closed his laptop.

“What?” His pillow flew off his mattress he had on the ground.

“I’ve convinced everyone to stop committing suicide until New Year’s hit at Times Square.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. In two seconds flat I had my fist in his face. “You can’t do that man.”

“People need support,” Devon picked up a dirty piece of cloth from behind him to stop the flow of blood coming from his nose. “The number in suicides has dropped since this website started getting popular.”

“How many people are on it?” I was dreading the answer the way you dreaded the hangover that was bound to happen after you realized you’d drank one too many beers.

“A few thousand.”

I grabbed my jacket and then I walked out the door without a single word. Sometimes Devon took it too far. Like this. This was too far. You can’t encourage people to commit suicide that’s the same as killing a man.

I walked into Harley on her way home. She was carrying groceries and they all just exploded when I pummeled into her.

“What the fuck Chris?” She yelled at me. She kicked me in the shins with her platform boots before leaning down to pick up her crap. I leaned down with her and in the process she stabbed herself in the eye with my Mohawk. She blinked fast trying to stop the tears from coming to her eyes.

“Watch where you put your face!” I yelled at her.

“That shit’s as hard as diamonds Chris,” She screeched at me.

I just stood there and stared at her as she picked up her crap. “You know Devon’s been making people commit suicide.”

“What!” I could almost see the fire in her damn eyes. “He told me he would shut it all down!”

I grabbed her arm. “You knew about this?”

“It was after that party. He wouldn’t get off of his damn computer for days.”

“Well why didn’t you stop him?” I shoved the banana I had in my hand into Harley’s face.

“It’s Devon,” She started walking back home and I followed her, “You can’t stop him.”

I kicked a piece of trash out of my way. “I guess you can’t.”

Harley unlocked her door letting me in and I could still see Devon messing around on his laptop. I wanted to crack every bone in his body and let him sit out in the rain he was pissing me off so much.

“What happened to your face?” Harley asked Devon.

Devon looked up at us. His nose was crooked and his face had started bruising. “People are going to die and you can’t do anything about it.”

“We’ll shut it down,” Harley said.

He smiled. “New Year’s Day is tomorrow. You can’t do anything but watch as millions of people die. It’s like pressing a big red button set for nuclear attack.”

Suddenly I got the feeling like this would affect more than just us. I got the feeling that this could cause an entire chain of events to get set off or maybe this could’ve already been a part of a chain of events. Who really knows? But then again I always got this feeling when someone rioted against the government on national television. I’ve been waiting for a revolution for a while now and it never seems to happen. It just seems to happen more and more in the movies.

“I hate you,” Harley said coldly. “What’s come over you? You would’ve never done this before, so why now?”

He turned to look at me. “Chris gave me the idea. He started this whole thing.”

I clenched my hands into fists. I was going to make sure he couldn’t make it into a hospital in time. I wanted to make him look like Angel Face after he’d fought Tyler Durden.

There was no way I thought I’d ever end up like this. I was just expecting to live some forty years swimming in beer and poverty until I died.

“Fine, I guess we’ll have to let a ton of people die,” I told Devon as I made my way out the door again.