Lethal Ways Not To Kill Yourself

Idiotic decisions 6: Kal

"Omg you just didn't invite that ass and Kai tonight; this is not a date."

It took us a while to reach home; Mum and Dada forgot to let their only kids know that they'd be coming late from Rueben and Rayleigh's place. More so, they won't even let me meet my own cousins. Just a perfect way to brush your kids under the carpet you bought from the flea market.

Tonight, was the perfect night for what we planned. Andrew was on this side of the city and not busy from his influencer jazz, the sky was cloudless and the moon was a giant Momo plus the crows added to the symphony of gloom we needed for our cinematographically haunted adventure. The veil of stars to trap the cold and unfold the adventure made me feel good.

I hated that it felt good.

Crashing on the sofa in the living room (I shouldn't have really, there was a bottle lying thanks to yours truly's laziness and guess whose spinal cord was rolled down?), I waited for Kassy to wash her face and prep for the night.

We had no way to enter the main entrance late at night, so taking a hemp rope would be prudential. I walked past the narrow hallway, picked up a candy lying on the table and got the hemp rope stuffed under the "secret shelf" of our storeroom; mum thought we'd never find it. I was wrapping the rope around my shoulders to bundle them together when Kassy came out.

Her eyes flickered to the same rhythm of our old bulb of the storeroom, which was once white, now yellow with a layer of dust. I don't know why her eyes went to the bulb (maybe it came in the way of her eyesight) and having the usual habit of brushing the dust off everything, she let us know how long this place has been unused.

"This used to be your old safe place, isn't it?" I swear the dust on her fingers had kissed the bulb for so long it almost glowed in the dark. A strip on the wall was illuminated white, and I didn't want to see the fungal colony that was so close to me I could smell bakery in them.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you know? The boy who lived in the closet?" She stuck the tongue out of her mouth.

Oh god, when will she grow out of these jokes? "Don't show me your yellow tongue, I don't wanna know what you ate."

"Says the nasty person who has half-a-kilo assault charges in his hand."

I looked at the hemp rope, then back at her, wishing this could buy me some time and hopefully a logical explanation.

"This is your idea of the first date?" She asked, "I told you this ain't one."

"Yes, exactly. He got to know about our rendezvous and wanted to crash the place." I gestured to her to get out of the closet and we both headed towards the living room.

"Cut our, it's your idiotic plan which I feel should be a good reason why your voting rights should be revoked."

I tapped on her shoulders to remind her of the keys. She picked them from the key case in the living room and locked the door.

"Yeah, thought so." I agreed as we stood by the front door, "So, you down?"

"Of course, I am."

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If this plan of Kassy made me think why am I related to her, it'll definitely keep that ray of sunshine that Kai is far away from me like a sun.

I understand that unlike me, a lot of people gain happiness from others wellbeing. I also see that he might see me as a friend who could use some help. Really though, if you really want to help me, please stay away. Sometimes, it is not about you cherishing the relationship, it's about me trying to mend my relationship with myself, and I can't do that in your presence; I can't talk to myself.