AnotherTragicName
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- Sep 10, 2021
- 83
So finally, you are willing to go. But since you are a coward, you look for a suicide partner online. It just seems easier this way.
As you found him, you chat for a few days or weeks, develop trust, maybe even sympathy. You let the other person in your life, to leave it together. You set up the day, the location. And you are certain, that together you will push through. Alone it might be hard to convince yourself, but in a social dynamic, it's clear that the situation is serious.
You got everything you need. You get in your car to get to the hotel you agreed upon.
You see him in the lobby. You recognise him immediately, almost noone is there, and he wears the yellow baseball cap and the leather jacket, as he said.
"Hey, you Mike?" you wishper as if the non-interested people in your sourroundings knew what you were up to.
"Jup. So you must be Greg."
A moment of silence.
"Wanna share a drink, or go up immidiatly?", he asks.
"Let's just get through with this, I don't have anything worthwhile to share anyway."
Mike nods, looking at his feet. You take a look at his face. He looks just as worn out as you feel inside.
"I already made the booking. Follow me."
You follow him up the stairs to your appartment-room. Number 67. You feel tense. The whole situation is unreal. Is this really happening, finally?
He opens the door and enters. You are just behind him and close it.
Privacy. This is where it will all end. This is where you will take your last breath.
Mike sits down on the corner of one of the two beds, sighing.
"Good that you made it, Greg. I can't imagine leaving this shithole of a world alone, I would be just too afraid to kill myself."
You relax. You didn't dare to speak it out as the first one, eventhough it was obvious, why the two of you met.
"Yeah, thanks Mike. I feel just as you. I just want it all to be over. So... you got all you need?"
"Yeah, my N is just here in my backpack." He opens it and starts searching. "You got your's aswell?"
"Jup. Just here in my jacket." You pull out the little bottle. Your liquid saviour.
Mike takes a look. "Alright. That's all i needed."
With a loud bang, the door crashes open. 3 heaviliy armored guys come storming into your room, pressing you against the ground.
You don't understand what's happening.
Mike walks into your direction, slowly. His bent, weak posture becomes straight and dignified, his voice loud and clear.
"Gregory Snider, you are arrested due to the crime of attempted suicide. You also helped another individual to commit the same crime. You have the right to consult a lawyer."
As you found him, you chat for a few days or weeks, develop trust, maybe even sympathy. You let the other person in your life, to leave it together. You set up the day, the location. And you are certain, that together you will push through. Alone it might be hard to convince yourself, but in a social dynamic, it's clear that the situation is serious.
You got everything you need. You get in your car to get to the hotel you agreed upon.
You see him in the lobby. You recognise him immediately, almost noone is there, and he wears the yellow baseball cap and the leather jacket, as he said.
"Hey, you Mike?" you wishper as if the non-interested people in your sourroundings knew what you were up to.
"Jup. So you must be Greg."
A moment of silence.
"Wanna share a drink, or go up immidiatly?", he asks.
"Let's just get through with this, I don't have anything worthwhile to share anyway."
Mike nods, looking at his feet. You take a look at his face. He looks just as worn out as you feel inside.
"I already made the booking. Follow me."
You follow him up the stairs to your appartment-room. Number 67. You feel tense. The whole situation is unreal. Is this really happening, finally?
He opens the door and enters. You are just behind him and close it.
Privacy. This is where it will all end. This is where you will take your last breath.
Mike sits down on the corner of one of the two beds, sighing.
"Good that you made it, Greg. I can't imagine leaving this shithole of a world alone, I would be just too afraid to kill myself."
You relax. You didn't dare to speak it out as the first one, eventhough it was obvious, why the two of you met.
"Yeah, thanks Mike. I feel just as you. I just want it all to be over. So... you got all you need?"
"Yeah, my N is just here in my backpack." He opens it and starts searching. "You got your's aswell?"
"Jup. Just here in my jacket." You pull out the little bottle. Your liquid saviour.
Mike takes a look. "Alright. That's all i needed."
With a loud bang, the door crashes open. 3 heaviliy armored guys come storming into your room, pressing you against the ground.
You don't understand what's happening.
Mike walks into your direction, slowly. His bent, weak posture becomes straight and dignified, his voice loud and clear.
"Gregory Snider, you are arrested due to the crime of attempted suicide. You also helped another individual to commit the same crime. You have the right to consult a lawyer."
