All Chapters of Live Suicide : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I KEPT crying for over a minute before deciding to stop because my tears had dried up and my eyes were aching.       Adrastos moved toward me while shaking his head. “Alejandro, That’s exactly what I mean. You’ll cry when it’s too late and there’s no way to change things?” he said straightforwardly after he faced me.       “I will not change my decision. I will continue to commit suicide. I came here with the definite intention of ending my life,” I said calmly to him, insisting that I’ll never withdraw, so no need to make a fuss.       Adrastos looked at me with disbelief in his eyes. “That’s not what I’m referring to. Because at first, you had no choice but to commit suicide because you signed a contract. What I’m concerned about is your decision to commit suicide,” he said in a sympathetic voice.      &

THE car came to a halt in the middle of the night, indicating that we had arrived. I had only just awoken when a man carried me out of the car. How long might I have been unconscious? When I opened my eyes, I noticed the tree branches all around me, and the only source of light we had was the moon.       Because of the unnerving quietness that encompassed this location, we could only hear the chirping of birds and noises from the surrounding forest. I altered my eyes to explore the environs of this location and ended up not finding neither buildings nor even a railroad near as possible except for the woods and bushes, hence I shrugged my shoulders. I’m not familiar with this location, and I have no clue where I’ve been because of my ludicrous willingness to inflict suicide.       “Stand up, buddy, you’re too heavy for someone like me to carry you until we cross the border at our departure p

THE young man leaned in the swivel chair and stepped foot on the desk, lounging and watching the humongous monitor where he could view the events that occurred outside while drinking a ridiculously priced bottle of champagne in his right hand.   He witnessed everything that happened before, during, and after Alejandro’s death, as well as reading the comments.   The man-made a radiant face. “The downtrodden young man... He died because of being unjustifiably charged with a crime of a sin he did not commit,” he said, howling with laughter throughout in the room he was.   “Who is as foolish as a nincompoop to commit suicide out of infatuation? The clichés!” he said as if Alejandro’s narrow-mindedness and imbecility disgusted him.   “Only fools kill themselves for the sake of love. They don’t consider what is more important: their life or that pestilent love that has no value compared to the life th

I HAVE a puerile innocence expression on my face when I look at the camera. "H-Hello to everyone! I’m Gavin D. Bautista,” I uttered while swinging my hands left and right in front of the camera. Can my parents watch me here? I laughed in my mind, 'Hahaha.' I am sure my parents will be happy if they know I am going to die. The surrounding fell in silence. Why no one is talking to me? Are they not fond of me? Is it just because no one likes me because I’m unfortunate? My despair overtook me suddenly. The man coughs. “Kid, what are you doing here?” asked a man wearing a black tracksuit that wrapped around his entire body. What is his name? Is he the one in charge here? It’s a good thing he spoke to me because I assumed he’d refuse to speak to me. Thanks, God.

HUMAN LIFE is analogous to a material thing. At first, it will be more ridiculously expensive because many customers took interest in it because it’s new and trending, but its current worth will diminish over time as many people will start replacing it because they find better quality product than the first one, until it fully loses its value in the eyes of the people. That is exactly what happened in my life. At first, I felt love. I yawned after opening my eyes. I shifted my eyes and attempted to take a stand, but a firm grip on my thigh and homologous pairs restrained me, wrapped tightly around my tummy. “Mom and Dad... Your hand and foot are both quite hefty,” I said in hushed tones, and attempted to remove their hands away from me, but I could not remove them. What brute strength does a five-year-old child have compared to two grown-ups?