Psyched-Out

➴ The Suicide. ➶

       ➫ It was another long, wretched day. Another shiner, another failed test. Each day repetitively passing, all ending like the last. ‘What’s the point, anymore?’ ‘Can’t even pass a regular junior high class.’ ‘Why not end it all?’ ‘You’d have a dozen others behind you.’ Danny’s mind was whirling with the same empty thoughts. He entered his small, desolate room, and slid down to the floor, his back to the wall. He peered out the window that was slightly above him on the wall directly across from him. Even the sky had a melancholic look to it. The odds just aren’t in his favor anymore. All hope had become obsolete. He pulls out a frayed notebook, and opens to a clean page. He pours out all of his feelings and tries to justify his pessimistic thoughts. The only sound that can be heard is the gliding of the pen on the paper. He takes his time, as his folks don’t get home ‘til after dark. When his mind seems to go blank, he ends with his good-bye, and signs his name in blood. He reminisces on old, repressed memories, but it doesn’t take long, as he is unable to recall any good. He then proceeds to pull out a pre-tied noose; ready for use. The next thing to do is to prep the closet. He unscrews the two closet doors, and clears the clothes out. He then wraps the rope on the bar inside, and secures it, tightly. Would hate for this plan to fall apart. This is it. Everything would be okay, now. He proceeds to step onto a stool, and pokes his head through the noose. He takes one last look around, and prays for some sort of forgiveness. He draws his very last breath, and just like that, he steps off the stool, and lets the rope jerk the life outta’ him. That’s it. There’s no going back. Like he’d want to, anyways…

        Now, not all suicides are irrational, but, unfortunately for his folks, this one was. Danny didn’t give any thought to what this meant for his family. What could he do now? He’s gone. And there’s nothing that can be done. It’s about 6 o’clock, and his father is the first one in the door. He brought home take-out. His father then proceeds to call for his son, Danny, to join him for supper. No answer. He figures that he’s blasting some of that crummy new-age music his son enjoys listening to while he draws, or something. A few minutes later, his mother pulls into the driveway, and soon enters, huffing and puffing, lugging a bag full of arts-and-crafts she worked on with her students, earlier.  His father calls up to his son again. No answer. He proceeds to head upstairs to see what’s up. He enters the room, after attempting to knock on the door, and he’s faced with the horrendous sight. He falls to his knees under the doorway. His wife hears the thud, and scurries up the stairs. It only takes one glance at her son to make her pass out. Her husband catches her, and holds her in his arms, while he sobs. They are absolutely devastated. A few hours later, reality has set in. Danny’s father, George, has stopped sobbing, and his mother has finally come to, but still softly crying. George takes the initiative to call the authorities. They arrive at the scene moments after. As they are cleaning up the scene, Danny’s parents are being questioned on what has happened. They state that it must have been a suicide, although they can’t seem to find the note to clarify, because the note slipped off of the bed that it was set on, prior to Danny’s suicide, but they didn’t know that. The authorities aren’t satisfied. They are suspicious, as it is possible for them to conclude that it was a murder. Danny’s parents are soon transferred in to the police station. ➬