Suicide Notes
Three-belled Male Cat
“*Together with the luck brought, then there will be the divinity that follows. It all happened naturally, unintentionally. Like my life*.”
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Victor took off the helmet, then restored his messy hair. He glanced at the dozens of people who looked up while raising their phones. One-two whispered to discuss whether the young man up there would really jump or not.
"Is this really a spectacle?" Victor grunting. This morning Ginette called about the suicide attempt report, which is why Victor is here. But he regretted coming. In the presence of this crowd, he couldn't possibly invite the young man to commit suicide together. "Yes, that's it."
“Hey, boy,” call Victor. “You okay?”
“Do I look okay?” The teenager showed her tears. “I'm still fine,” he said hoarsely.
“Serious?” Victor approaching. “Do these people not bother you?”
“Do not approach!” The teenager pointed to the floor. “One more step, I'll jump!”
Victor looked at the teenager's feet. Quivering. Sure, he was afraid to jump. Victor is sure he still wants to stay alive.
“Do you have no problem being the center of attention like this?”
Victor peeked, finding more people clustered down there. They're curious. Are they waiting for this teenager to jump? They may even make bets.
“It looks like you will go viral because of this,” Victor said. “Excellent, huh?”
“And unfortunately, when it happened I was already lifeless. I can't enjoy that popularity. I see, don't you?” the teenager's cynic.
“Maybe.” Victor glanced at the other horde behind him. “But really, I'm not comfortable with their gazes. Want to chat elsewhere?”
The teenager smiled increasingly cynically. “Free. You won't be able to persuade me. You think I'll believe it? I know what you're planning. Take me away, say sweet words, then leave me alone again.”
Victor blinked twice. He never even thought of such a thing. And if ever, he still wouldn't do it. Victor doesn't like to interfere with the decisions of people who want to kill themselves.
“You really think I'd do that?” ask Victor not to believe it.
“No need to pretend stupid. Everyone knows who Victor is. The best suicide prevention in the city. There are dozens of people who owe him their lives. Bla-bla-bla.”
Victor could not help but laugh. “Can they judge me? I wonder why these days people are always contacting the foundation for this kind of incident. And it turns out, here's why.”
“Stop laughing,” annoy the teenager.
“Sorry, sorry. I'm just surprised, how could they think that?” Victor approached and lowered his voice. “Actually, most of the ones I met ended up committing real suicide.”
“You're playing me, huh?!” The teenager flicked his arm, making Victor almost freefall.
The audience was hysterical, but Victor gestured for them not to come any closer. “Quiet, I'm still alive!” her cheering.
“Unfortunately, I'm still alive,” reset Victor in heart. Again, and again, he almost died. Just barely. Why not die for it to end? The more thought out, the more annoying.
“Sorry, I didn't mean.” The teenager turned his face away with guilt. After all, he shouldn't have pushed Victor.
“Already.” Victor sighed. Maybe he's out of luck right now. “So, how? Want to move places? I can make you more sure to kill yourself, but not in front of everyone.”
“...”
“I can see that you're scared. What's the point of lingering with dozens of spectators here, but in the end not being suicidal?” whispered Victor.
“Yes! Aye! I was scared! Then, why? What's the deal with you?!” snatch the teenager. “I won't come with you. Point!”
“You carry the motor like crazy,” complained Vero.
The teenager who a moment ago almost made Victor take his life was sitting limp. Jumping from a high place is the worst way of suicide that a phobic at height can choose.
“Are you not too presumptuous, talking like that to a much older person?” Victor took off the zipper on his jacket. “Although my face is like this, I've been 29 years.”
“Without being told, I can see you're old. There are many wrinkles on your forehead, cheeks and sides of your eyes. Which fool would have mistaken?” Vero shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
“With such behavior, I don't think anyone would want to be friends with you. Is that why you roam around school hours?” syndicate Victor.
Vero stopped looking around him, focusing on his conversation with Victor. “Indeed not have.”
“I can see, as clearly as you see my wrinkles.” Victor chuckles. “I'm so a little sorry to take you to my private room.”
“They're all fucking! I've been trying to make good friends, and this is what I got.” Vero pointed at his cheek that was turning blue. “They beat me up! It always is.”
Vero checked his phone for a moment, then threw it carelessly at the table. “People on social media are the same. They keep saying bad things. I just want to die. Do you have a knife?”
Victor checked the boy's cell phone, saw what the social media was all about. Complaints about life. He who has no friends. A family that doesn't care. And all the comments that call it attention seeking. Some have even offered advice for suicide.
A disgusting society. Victor thinks so, but maybe he's not much different. He obviously also often told people to commit suicide. Ray is a real example.
The more he read, the more annoyed Victor became. So, he threw the phone back to where it came from, making the busy owner wander around while babbling his head.
“Why did you throw it? What if it breaks? You want to change?” sangsi Vero's. “Support does not crack.”
Victor touches Vero's neck, exposing the bluish line there. “It looks like it's new.” He knew very well that the mark could only be caused by a rope tie.
“What the hell.” Vero brushed Victor's hand off. “It is strange that I tried to hang myself?”
“Not strange.” Victor catches Vero's hand, showing a knife scratch there. “This is also not surprising. But I admit, this is stupid. You have to make a deeper wound if you really want to die. About 2 cm.”
“What are you talking about,” cut Tama who just walked into the room. “Don't teach him how to kill himself.”
Victor rolled his eyeballs. In this kind of talk, Tama's presence was the least desirable thing for her. The boring girl will definitely start to say that life is precious. Or something.
The room was immediately empty. Victor refused to speak when Tama was there. While Vero was at a loss for words because of the same girl. Tama also realized that he had made the atmosphere awkward.
“This drives me crazy,” said Vero in the end. He stood up irritated. “I'll just go. There is no point in staying there.”
“Please,” reply Victor with pleasure.
“Ya-yep. Someone looks like they want to kick me out since.” Vero clucked in annoyance.
“Sweetie you realize it.” Victor smiled mockingly. “Oh, correct. I wonder, what does that mean, my ‘ is like a three’ striped male cat? You wrote that on your social media.”
“You don't know? The three-striped male cat is rare and believed to bring good luck.” Vero's resting his hair, acting cool. “I'm handsome, dashing, brave and smart. Am I not like that cat?”
“You're too confident,” taunts Victor.
“But, do you know?” Vero left, then paused at the door. “According to the belief in some places, they are hated by their race. Their father who felt rivaled even had the heart to harm and eat them so as not to grow. That's.”
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