He spent a long time thinking about it, and in the end, he chose his method of suicide, throwing himself off of a very tall building.
He knew it was all about willpower. What he really wanted would take an incredible control of will.
“I want to land on my face”
He wanted to maneuver his physical body to the vertical position on the way down, head over heels. He wanted to see the concrete approach at such a rapid speed that he visualized it repeatedly—skull-flavored meat sauce, all over the sidewalk.
Everything went black, there was no sound at all, he realised he wasn’t even using his ears anymore.
“what is this place?”
Then he heard the sound of a manhole cover being pried open, far above, like he was somehow in a sewer. Heavy metal, sliding against more metal.
The light. It’s the light that everyone talks about, it’s right over there, just a few feet away.
“hello?”
Voices, there’s people talking up there, I know them, I feel what it was like to be around them, I remember. They sound happy. Saying something I can’t quite make out, everyone is talking all at once.
*come into the light*
He took nervous steps. Feeling the light overtake everything else, feeling pulled upwards.
A sparkling clear world of glass. Glass number blue, glass number green, glass number pink. Perfect edges and right angles. The geometry took his breath away, unbelievable patterns of fractals , detail to the microscopic level, soul crushing beauty.. Spiral arms of galaxies overhead…
* what happened down there?*
A throne and a voice, no face or form to be observed.
” I flinched. I failed “
* I would say that you did 🤣*
” Shouldn’t I be in Hell? Isn’t suicide a mortal sin?”
* those were the old rules. I’d have too many vacancies if I didn’t let suicides in ….. I was watching you down there, you know that right?*
” I know…”
* tried talking to ya, tried to nudge you in the right direction, because I love you*
” I know”…
A meteor shower passed right overhead, maybe two hundred yards above the throne room, He watched them burn into dust in the blink of an eye..
” It’s very beautiful here”
* we’re not here to look at the heavens, we’re here to read… do you know what this is? *
Angels answered in unison.
* The Book of Life , the final judgement *
He flipped through a few pages, beginning to appear disinterested …
* Yeah,,,, your book kinda sucks man, I think you could have done better with your story. But I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll give you some news..*
The anticipation was palpable ….
* you still have two cycles left.. Two more lifetimes..I suggest you use them correctly, after that? Straight to the fire with you, If you don’t learn, And I know you’re stubborn, You should have seen how you behaved in your previous cycles… if you don’t learn you’re doomed….you’ve come a long way child. But this is it… You will have no memory, but you’ll always know your own soul… I’m rooting for you and I believe in you, I hope you end up here with us,, you have a purpose*
Good luck……
In that moment, he saw the light again, and his face was passing through a vagina. He could not stand the thought of going through this life again, so after the commotion, when his mother settled into the hospital room that evening, the newborn “old-soul” crawled to the hospital room window, and threw himself to the concrete once again. Earning his spot in the Guinness Book of World Records for youngest suicide victim ever and a piece on the Evening News. All the suicide victims in Heaven were super pissed off, ” that baby is fuckin hardcore.”
Shit… this is pretty close to the plot of that Wristcutters movie…bummer. orginal thoughts are hard
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