Send Her To Heaven

DEAD

                                                             JONAH'S P.O.V

"Hey Jonah, are you hungry? I was going to order something"

"No it's ok," he said calmly making his way to his room

Pausing halfway up the stairs he said "Dad?"

'Yes"

"I love you"

As much as Jonah hated to admit it he loved his father. He never let life get him down. Standing there in his corduroy pants and matching short sleeve t-shirt sleeve his dad gave off the aura of a seasoned professor who spent his career dealing with one to many bad apples then he would've liked.  The biggest of them being his loser son. 

"I love you to...is everything ok? you seem off"

"I've never been better, I just want you to know I appreciate everything you have done for me"

"How about tomorrow we go downtown and have dinner together?"

"Sounds cool!"

"Great.."

Sensing his dad didn't want to test his patience much further he let him go.

Opening his facebook page he was greeted by a barrage of messages from other users and Facebook itself.

Surprisingly many people and indulged in his game and given sickeningly descriptive details of the celebrity they would kill and how. 

Sadly an equal number voiced their outrage. According to Facebook, his account was deactivated until the post was taken down.

Reading people's descriptions and criticisms Jonah had never felt so detached.  

To think that Elliot Rodgers was once his unsung hero. He used to fall asleep to his video, crucifying all those stupid coeds that denied him sex. Send them all to hell he thought. Every word out of Elliot's mouth hit him like a prophet to his disciples. In his mind, we are all Elliot Rodger. 

Society tells us to go to school, get a job and get a wife as if these were natural and inevitable.  Everywhere he looked people were coupled up, breaking up and making friends whom they could vent to about their makeups and breakups. Elliot couldn't even get a girl to say hi to him and It wasn't fair. He did what he did on his own terms, unlike that asshole Dzhokhar Tsarnaev who let society force him to do whatever it wanted. Elliot took the bull by the horns. The question wasn't "what did anyone of those so-called victims do him to deserve such a fate." Instead, the question always should've been, "What are we as a society doing to enable a world where only some of us were worthy of love, while the rest were destined to a life solitude?" After all, for winner's to exist there have to be losers. The idea that you have to do something to someone to deserve something was always bullshit to him. Sometimes doing nothing was much worse.       

Believing he was quilted by the environment around him Jonah came to believe that where he was now was where he would be forever and there was nothing he could do to alter his fate. 

Removing his belt, he changed into his Levi jeans and Punisher T-shirt. The only items that temporarily ceased his cynicism regarding retail therapy.  

Staring at himself in the mirror he felt nothing.  Looking around, he never noticed how big his room was. It was basically a tiny apartment. Besides the kitchen, he never had to venture outside. 

Strapping his belt around his throat, he had seen enough Law and Order SVU episodes to mimic an auto erotica asphyxiation gone wrong. Positioning the strap at a 90-degree angle he fell forward and let go praying that all he had cursed would send him to heaven.