Writing Prompts

Writing Prompt #1

Prompt: "In deep depression you decide to end your life. You don't dare do it yourself so you hire an assassin to do it at random within a year. The following day you change your mind but can't get a hold of the assassin."

"If you're reading this note, that means I am no longer alive. It may all seem to be a cruel, heartless murder but what you don't know is that it was a suicide. Yes, I am crazy! What person would hire someone to kill themselves and have the blame fall on them. That's why I've chosen to keep the identity of the assassin out of this note. I loved you guys but you guys didn't love me enough so I had to end it. I'm sorry.

August 13th, 2013"

I fold the note three ways and stick it under a pile of books I'll never read. That way, the cops can find it and I'll forget about it. Now that I've decided that I'll hire an assassin, I need to figure out how to get into contact with one. I google "how to hire an assassin" but immediately erase because who knows who's watching my computer. After some configuration, I decide to call an old pal that I used to hang out with back in the days. I dropped him as a friend because he was dealing with a lot of suspicious business. He's hated me ever since so I decided that he'll have no problem ending my life.

        "Hello?" Dave picked up.
       "Hey, um," I stutter to get the words out because I'm afraid. Why am I afraid? I know that I'm depressed and there's nothing I can possibly do about it.
       "Melissa." Dave whispers into the phone.
       I breathe in. "Dave, I need a favour... and I need it soon." I really hope he'll do this for me.
       "I thought I was too 'bad' for you." He sounds a little salty. I can get over that.
       "I understand, but this is one that you're going to enjoy. I need you to-" I'm cut off by his voice.
      "I know what you want me to do. It's never free, even when I despise the customer. 356 pounds. I'll have it done within the month."
       I expected it to be this pricey. For the job he's doing, I'll accept it. "Okay."
       He hangs up. Now that that's done, I can get ready to go out with my boyfriend.

       I wake up with a huge migraine. What did I do last night? All I remember is my boyfriend proposing to me. He proposed to me. I look down at my hand. A huge rock lies on my finger. I squeal with joy until I see a note sticking out of a pile of books. I pick it up and read the contents. I drop the note to the ground and rush over to the telephone.
       "Dave, please don't do it. I've changed my mind and I can't be through with my life. Not yet. Not ever." I cry into the phone.
       "Shhh, Melissa. Don't worry. I won't kill you. I heard the big news and wanted to congratulate you." His voice sounds sinister.
       "Thank you so much Dave." I breathe a huge sigh of relief. I hang up and rip the note into pieces and dump it into the bin.

A few months later, I'm sitting right next to the love of my life because he was in an accident. He's currently on life support. I get up to go get something to eat and when I come back, I realize his machine has been disconnected and he died. I rush to get a doctor, anyone that can try and help but they assure me that there's nothing left to do. I go home, grab his prescription pills and douse them all down. He's the only reason I've stayed alive this whole time. As I'm getting dizzier, I see someone walk through the door. Dave.
       "What? Dave, is joke right? How get you in?" I stumble my words as I slowly go down.
       "I knew you had it in you to end your own life. You just needed a little push. So I pulled his life support away and now the only thing left to push," he kicks me in my stomach and the room goes dark. "is you." The last thing I hear is a laugh.