My life before - Chapter 1 Edited

My life before
Chapter 1 Edited

I really like the way the wind cools my body, the way the cigarette lights up with every blow, the honking from each and every car from the cars stuck in traffic. Everything is perfect for all of them. Normal life, a job, loving family, everything that they want. God I really hate them, even envy them. I used to be innocent. Careless. I even expressed emotions. I can't remember those times, not anymore. I tryed to live a normal life for my mother but couldn't, not anymore. Why did she do it, I don't know. All I really know now the choice, my choice.

My feet were starting to get numb from the cold concrete, or mabye from the chill of the night, or because i was on the building's roof 12 stories high. Probably that.

Everyone that I knew said that things will get better. They were wrong.

The note in my hand a bit wet. I think the blood started touching it.

Why it was necesary to cut a bit of skin from my shoulder, I don't know but he said I had to do it.



The only thing I can think of right now is typical for me. Everyone expected and even wanted this.

I'm finally giving them what they want.

A vibration came from the pocket of my pijamas, new message.

"Are you ready ? " it said.

I typed "I guess so".

Another vibration. "In five minutes do it"

I started counting the seconds until I will be free. I inhaled from the cigarette and coughed. Still not used to smoking, even after a year. At least she made me enjoy them, but she wasn't a friend.

1 minute. Only the bud remained.

30 seconds left. I hope you don't find out about this.

20 seconds. Why should i care if she finds about it, she was the one to leave.

10 seconds. I throw the ciggarete.

5...4...3...2...1.

Huston, we have lift off. The ground was getting closer and closer. I hope you can free me.

The next thing i know a body was laying on the ground, people screaming, blood everywhere.

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 It's kind of weird watching your own funereal, even  though a fake body is in the casket.

As expected only one person came, she came. The cigarette in her small soft hand was burning but she didn't even put it on her lips. Her soft cry was heart breaking.

'Hurts, doesn't it" I whispered.

The casket was finnally lowered and the funereal was done.

"How did I do ? " a rough voice whispered.

"Great!" I said. "No one noticed"

"And no one came" he completed my sentence.  "Well, execept for her. Why did she came i don't know"

"Me neither, let's go"

"Where first ? You're free for a week. Then we start"

"I want to go home"

"Home where ? "

" The old house "

"Ok"