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Had Joey known it took this long to
die from a slit wrist, maybe he would have brought a book to the tub.
Or, at the very least, his
cellphone. So he could play a couple more stages of Candy Crush before finally
finding out if there was a heaven or hell (but preferably, heaven).
Joey slowly opened his eyes and
looked at his sort-of-bleeding left wrist submerged in bathwater. Once in a
while, pain would shoot up his arms, especially when he moved it and little
tendrils of blood floated around in the water. His butt was getting numb, so
Joey shifted his weight and tried to relax.
He’s been sitting in the tub, trying
to die for the last fifteen minutes. He didn’t feel any weaker, or nearer to
death, which led Joey to believe he may not have cut his wrists deeply enough.
He reached for the cutter again,
lifted his left wrist and quickly made another cut right next to the first one.
Blood spurted out but not as much as from the first cut he made. Maybe he didn’t cut as deep as he did the
first time? Or maybe it was working and he was dying, but he just didn’t know
it. After all, it was the first time he’s tried slitting his wrists.
To while away the time, Joey started
humming. He started off with Ai Otsuka’s “Peach” then segued to Peabo Bryson
hits. In the middle of “Tonight, I Celebrate My Love For You”, Joey started
thinking that maybe, just maybe, slitting his wrist wasn’t the most efficient
way to die.
He was originally going to go with
sleeping pills, but his super sensitive gag reflex made it difficult for him to
swallow pills, much less a bunch of pills. He also considered hanging, except
he didn’t like the idea of being found blue in the face and with his tongue
sticking out. Then there was the “drink rat poison” idea, but it seemed like
such a crass way to go. Joey started going through his list of suicide method
options, thinking maybe he should shift tactics and use one of those instead.
He
was at suicide option number 32, “lock himself inside a large furniture box and
send the box to his grandma’s house in the province”, when he finally started
feeling sleepy. He leaned back for what would be the last time in his life and
closed his eyes.
Outside the bathroom, Joey’s mom was
muttering. “Stupid boy’s been there for almost an hour. Must be masturbating
again.”
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