My Dearest, Most Wonderful Suicide Lollipop (#6)
(These are pics of Courtney and Sang. I'm pretty sure you can tell who is who.)
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A few hours later, I had finally given up on trying to fall asleep.
I got up and started to pace, muttering, mutttering, trying to figure this alll out. Where was I? Was Sang really a Grim Reaper? Why didn't I think this all through?
I thought I would go to heaven for my suicide. I thought I would be there now, laughing, happy. But you don't go to heaven for a suicide. You just... don't. I had known deep inside I wouldn't go to heaven, but....
A knock on the door aroused me from my thoughts. It was Sang again.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" he said as he walked in.
"I can't" I said.
He nodded, he was carrying a tray, upon which sat a glass of milk and plate of mac n' cheese. I hated macaroni and cheese. Wouldn't he know that if he was my Reaper? That gooey, cheesy taste? Gross.
Sang sat the tray on the gray linoleum floor. "They're seriously considering Reincarnating you," he said. "Might start thinking about what you'll do the next life around."
No way. This couldn't be happening. I didn't want to be Reincarnated. I didn't want mac n' cheese. I didn't want to stay in this freezing room anymore. And I didn't want to be pushed around by some guy who said he was my Grim Reaper either.
But I did want answers.
I looked at the door. He had left it wide open. Friggin' idiot.
Sang followed my gaze. Then he swallowed. "You don't want to do that, honey," he whispered softly, tantalizinly.
"Oh, yes I do," I said. And then I bolted for the door.
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