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Today is the day I die.
How beautiful, is it not?
Other robloxians would think not.
"Suicide ideation" they would say,
It's pathetic, I am, that is.
I idealise death so much, people no longer bat an eye
My father believes it's just a phase,
Maybe it is
maybe it's not.
None the less, I am dying today.
No one can stop me, I've made my mind
Today is the day I die.
Something unusual happened, not that I care
Seven came in to the pizzeria,
He apologised.
I stared at him, quiet, waiting
I knew it was some joke.
He looked at me dumbfounded
I stared back.
He left in a huff.
Today is the day I die.
I clocked off late again,
It doesn't matter if I don't get paid overtime
I won't be here for my next paycheck anyways.
My little sister came in
Mia,
She told me she was going to hang out at a friend's,
I smiled.
Good.
She won't have to wonder why I'm not home yet.
She ran off happy, my smile brightened
Today is the day I die.
I didn't take my bike, I walked.
I walked to the railway near the outskirts of the city.
I sat down on the rocks,
Now I had to wait.
I sent my father a text.
"I love you."
It was simple, like our life.
I was typing to my sister
I paused
I then deleted it.
I stared down at my phone
I couldn't hurt her like this
"I'm sorry."
I whispered to the air like it would carry the message along.
It didn't.
Today is the day I die.
I heard the train,
I smiled.
I sniffled.
I cried.
I was sorry, to everyone I wronged, I hurt, I spoke to.
I watched the lights of the machine come closer until it illuminated against me.
My smile cracked.
A frown.
Then a bigger smile.
I closed my eyes.
Today was the day I was meant to die.
A hand grabbed me,
I froze.
My smile fell.
I felt warm hands hold me,
A familiar voice shushing me as the train past both of us.
I wanted to pull away,
The hands did not.
I was held tightly against the person.
A tail wrapped around my legs.
I paused,
My crying stopped.
I saw red,
I saw black,
I saw purple.
I saw a face, faces.
Concern written on them.
They didnt let go of me.
Not until my phone started blowing up with texts.
Today was the day I was meant to die.