Suicide Queen

Suicide 1: A desperate son

Some call it an urban legend, some denied it out right and some call it a story you tell your children to scare them, but everyone knows how it's described. Every child, every adult, everyone.

It's said that if someone, man or woman tries to end they own life, commit suicide, she appears. A woman clothed entirely in black, wearing a hat, a mantel and a mask to conceal her face. She takes your hand and brings you to her house. Where all she does is talk with you. She does not tries to drive you into suicide further, she does not try to keep you from killing yourself. All she does is talk. After a conversation some kill themselves, some don't and those who didn't kill themselves get branded with a kiss mark on the neck. An entirely black kissmark. It can not be removed, not with water, acid or by any other means. No one knows why she does it, but everyone knows that if you end your own life you will meet her.

I stand in my room with the knife firmly placed on my throat. I widen the distance of the knife from my throat just to rush I back down. This is the right thing to do I am sure of it. This will fix everything. I am going to do it , I am going to do it. I say these words over and over again in my head.

"Good evening."

I drop the knife out of surprise. Who said that. I turn around and behind stand a woman clothed entirely in black, a mask was concealing her face.

"How are you faring this evening would you like to have a quick chat?"

I follow her without a second thought. She stretches out her and and as I grab it everything goes black.

I wake up again sitting on a chair with a small round table right in front of me. What happened, did I get kidnapped? I heard the sound of shoes on the ground. And around the corner came a woman, the women from before. Clothed entirely in black with a mask concealing her face.

"I asked you this before but you could not answer. How are you faring this evening?"

"Well, I guess"

The woman places two cups with tea on the table, they are still steaming. She pulls out the chair from the opposite site of the table and sits down, throwing one leg over the other.

"Then why did you try to kill yourself?"

"I was not... was not trying to kill myself. I was just using the knife to ..."

"There is no need to lie to me. I know more about you then you even know yourself."

She knows everything about me? She knows more about me then even I do? How is that even possible?

"Ok ok, I was trying to kill myself. You know sometimes life just pisses you off and you want to end it all."

"No. Let me ask again. Why did you try to kill yourself?"

"I already told you, are you deaf or something. I just got dumped by my Girlfriend so I was sick of it."

"Why?"

"How should I know why that bitch dumped me"

"Why?"

"I just told you I don't know"

"Why?"

"What the hell are you making fun of me?"

"Why is your mother in the hospital?"

"You dumb b... what?"

"Why is your mother in the hospital?"

"How do you know about that?"

"Just like I said before, I know more about you then you might think. Are you willing to tell me what happened?"

"Yes."

"Then go right ahead I will listen."

"..."

"..."

"Apparently some guy drove his car right into hers and her heart was damaged beyond repair in the resulting crash."

"Some guy?"

"M-me I had drank to much on some party and she came to pick me up in my drunken state. I don't know why I did what I did next, maybe it was my ego maybe the alcohol, I don't know. I insisted on being the one to drive the car. Then happened what you expect to happen when you drive a car, drunk. I oversaw a red traffic light and then everything happened so fast, the car crashed into the right side of the car. Now the mother who did everything for me in my life. The mother who always stood up for me is now bound to a hospital bed for the rest of her life, dependent on some dumb machine"

I did not noticed until now, tears were already streaming down my face.

"You wanted to kill yourself out of guilt?"

"No. The doctors said that my mother has to wait for a new heat for months maybe years and I could not take it. I thought maybe if the doctors could use my heart my mother would be saved."

"Do still want to end your own life?"

"Yes. I have to safe her."

"So be it."

The woman pulled out of her poced a knife, it looked like a regular old kitchen knife.

"If you prick your finger with you will die instantly. You will feel no pain and suffer not. I don't make any decisions this is entirely up to you if you want to go through with it. I will not ignore your wishes though, you have my word that your heart will be used to safe your mother."

"You can do that?"

"Yes."

"Then can't you take another donators heart and give it to her?"

"No I can not do that."

"Why?"

"I only hold power over the ones longing for death. With limitations of course, I am not all powerful"

"Then I will sacrifice myself."

I reach for the knife and pick it up. I lead it to my finger and ...

RING RING RING.

I drop the knife out of suprise, what what is that? It was my phone, my phone was ringing. What at a time like this?

"Do not feel pressured, pick up the call, we have all the time in the world."

I pull out the phone from my pocket. My sister what does she want? I pick up the phone.

"Hey w..."

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU I COULD FIND YOU KNOWHERE."

"I am busy at the moment what do you want."

"M-m-m-mom is mom is. They found a donator, they found her a new heart"

"R-realy?"

"DO I SOUND LIKE I AM JOKING? COME TO THE HOSPITAL AS FAST AS POSSIBLE."

I want to start crying but there was no time I had to go.

"The floor down , you will find the door there."

"Thanks a bunch you saved my life, but I have to hurry."

"So be it."

She walks up to me and puts down her mask. I could still not see her face. Then she gives me a kiss on the neck. There was no time for me to stand around perplexed so I ran down the floor and opened the door I could see a bright light and then I stood right in front of me. Who was that woman clothed entirely in black with a mask concealing her face? I heard about her on the internet before, a woman who watched over those wanting to kill themselves, but I thought of it as just some dumb troll. Now I know she exist and she saved me if she wanted or not. Some called her the witch of death but I think the name the internet gave her fits her much better.

Suicide Queen.

"On this day fate wanted to see this boy life, or was it luck? Can luck be fate who really knows. One thing is certain though , not everyone will be this fortunate."

I pick up my mask and put it back on my face, time to search for the next person who is longing for death.