Fake Smile

The 'Act'

    I awoke to the pounding in my head, it's been like this for months. Day after day of head-throbbing pain, I've taken so much pain medication I've grown a resistance to it, and for some reason, this week it's started to travel from my head to the rest of my body. So today, I decided I'd take the final step towards making the pain stop, but first, I'd need to gather the materials to lead to relief. I'd have to act normal for another day, which wasn't hard, after the first week I mastered how to wear a mask.

I threw on whatever clothes I first saw, swallowed half a bottle of pain meds, put on a half-assed makeup job, and left my apartment room to go to school. My day went as normal, so I won't bore you with the details. I left my last class, got in my car, and drove to the nearest store. I had to grab some rope. When I was finished, I left to the nearest bar.

I spend two hours there, it was my favourite place because the bar-tender usually hit on me, getting me free drinks. At this point, I didn't care if I was roofied, at least I'd be useful to someone. I drove back home hammered, I went back to my apartment room.

I remembered what my father said, "C to the S, then you compress. Seven times round, then you're in the ground." I tied the noose and got ready to end my suffering, end my pain and misery. I got ready for the sweet cold release of death. I stood up on my chair and put the rope around my neck, but suddenly, I got a call.

'I never get calls', I thought. I thought about ignoring it, but if it was my mother, the same mother who left me for dead, I figured I could say goodbye, and if not, it had to be someone. Someone had to fucking care in my last moments, someone had to notice in my last moments on this earth.

Click~

"Hello, this is Thomas from the Bank, I'm calling to tell you that you're missing payments on your apartment and that it WILL be f-" ~Click. I hung up the phone, cutting him off. Of course, no one cared, who the fuck could care. I'm going to die like I lived, alone and hated.

The last thing I remember was darkness slowly creeping up into my sight as I gasped for air. After that everything was so, so cold.