Lethal Ways Not To Kill Yourself

Resolution 3 : Kal

What's wrong with these guys?

I shouldn't have asked for help in the first place. I don't get them. They are ready to take lives with a bulletless gun but they are not letting me die.

"Kal?" The taller guy asked rather than said.

How the hell does he know me? Last time I checked I definitely was M.I.A. How the hell does he know my name?

As if sensing my doubt, he removed his mask and now I realised that I had lost my sanity, for the fact I didn't recognise the familiar voice.

"Bruh, Kal, " the other guy could only happen to be Alex, he proved it by removing the mask, " your face has the topography of a person who has lost it. Buddy climb down." He inched closer to me, but I only retreated back, steering near the edge even more.

"Kal, " Elikai called, " Listen, I don't know what's going on but please, don't make impulsive decisions."

"Oh shut up. Don't pretend you know shit."

"Yes, I don't know. I would love to know. Steal my tea all you want but please calm down."

I remembered what I had done, Elikai was in the coffee shop, that's how I got his tea instead of anyone else. I know he loves tea but is he too nuts about it to follow me?

"Were you following me?" I enquired, I needed closure before I jump off.

"No? Why would I follow you? I–"

He looks at Alex, who now I noticed was way near me now.

"We didn't follow you. We didn't know it was you." Alex answered on behalf of Elikai.

"Oh, so you guys mob people now?" I climbed off the higher end of the edge and stood right in front of the duo. I really needed to know what was going on. I didn't want my ghost to haunt this place solely because Alex's stale puns were the last thing I heard.

"I have never met an outlaw before," I crossed my arms, "what's your cool gangsta name?" I had smiled at something for a long time, but the preposterous incidences happen once in a while. I'd like to witness it.

"Promise to God you won't jump, come in," Alex gestured to me to move inside. I rolled my eyes and walked in near the stairs just to shut him up. "God doesn't play dice, Padilla."

"And I don't play hangman." Alex wanted to sound cocky and cool, but his voice thickened raw panic.

"Alex," I drawled his name, lowering my gaze, "don't tell me you didn't google a cool name."

"Um...eh... It's...uh...–"

"It is?"

"Egg Man." He muttered, counting the number of stones on the floor.

"Egg man? Who are you, Lucky Luciano?"

"Hey!" He raised his voice in anxious excitement, "at least my ain't smiley like Kai!" He pointed at Elikai who seemed more concerned about where I was standing than what was going on.

"Kal, please tell me why you're here." He begged, his gaze softening and glinting in the moonlight.

"You tell me why are you mobbing? I don't remember you having outlaw tendencies–"

"And I don't remember you having suicidal tendencies." His voice quivered at the last words as if it was blasphemous to utter the s-word.

"Chances, Eli."

"And choices." He scoffed. Then with the blink of my eye, he grabbed my hand.

"Hey, hey, hey! Leave me alone!" I jerked my hand out of his, but his grip was strong enough I almost felt the fingerprints through my shirt.