Musical Chairs

He buried his head in his hand and sobbed. Jack best friend has just died. It was the night before Christmas and my best friend got into an accident. The accident was caused by a deer crossing the road, making the vehicle go off the cliff killing her instantly following with an explosion. Jack and Jill were very close friends. Closer than ever.

Jack’s objective was to grab a bunch of banana smoothies and bring it to all the boys and girls at the local swimming pool. It was hot and Jack was ready to flirt with Gina the lifeguard.

“Aww man Gina is going to be so happy with me” jack said.  Jack walks to his car and begins to drive to towards the jewelry store to get Gina a diamond bracelet. She better appreciate it or someone won’t be happy at all. “Why a diamond bracelet?” she thought to herself as she entered the store. Really anything else that looks shiny would please someone. It doesn’t necessarily even have to be real. But she always hears people comment on it on the subway and so she knows she exists. Whenever they say, I love your earrings or your bracelet is beautiful, where did you get it? She knows she exists.

                Let’s give an example: One afternoon, she had just left the jewelry store after several hours with Wilbur, the shopkeeper, going over the most recent acquisitions. She left with a diamond watch with a tick so loud that she could hear it on 5^th Ave. despite the traffic, the pedestrians, the peanut vendors, the mimes and the musicians trying to make some money, you could still hear the ticking of the big clock up above. The bright city lights and the fast paced environment really made me want to stay here for the rest of my life.  I’m not sure how the folks would take it back home but I guess I’ll just have to tell them when the time is right. I thought and thought, how would I break the news, it was a thought not well planned but they had to know there was no way I could go on with life keeping this a secret. I had to tell someone but I didn’t know who. I went to the church to speak to the bishop and make a confession. That was the first step of revealing my secret with God’s guidance. I sat there for an hour contemplating, pondering, and wondering if what I had done was the right thing. I then began to obsess over my thoughts and decided this responsibility was too much of a burden to beer and I then decided to give up. It was just too much for me to handle. I wanted to let go and have someone else take care of my problems. I don’t want to deal with this pain any longer. Hanging myself is the best option for me at this point. I grabbed the gun and pointed it against my head. I pulled the trigger.