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I slowly hang up, and turn to her, then ask "What...Was that? Was that your Dad? how did he know? We kept it a secret for so long..." She slowly begins to tear up, and through small bursts of sobs, says "My...Dad...He's dead..." |
I slowly hang up, and turn to her, then ask "What...Was that? Was that your Dad? how did he know? We kept it a secret for so long..." She slowly begins to tear up, and through small bursts of sobs, says "My...Dad...He's dead..." |
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I look up to the heavens, and shout "Who the hell was on the phone, then?!" My wife looks at me angrily, and withdraws my pistol from the bedside drawer, and shouts at me "How should I know, you heartless bastard?! My precious father, dead, and you somehow manage to squeeze him in to this day?! Fuck you!" before taking the pistol, pointing it at me, then reluctantly turns it to herself, as she storms out of the house. I never saw her again. |
I look up to the heavens, and shout "Who the hell was on the phone, then ?! Who was phone?! WHO WAS FUCKING PHONE??!!??!!??" My wife looks at me angrily, and withdraws my pistol from the bedside drawer, and shouts at me "How should I know, you heartless bastard?! My precious father, dead, and you somehow manage to squeeze him in to this day?! Fuck you!" before taking the pistol, pointing it at me, then reluctantly turns it to herself, as she storms out of the house. I never saw her again. |
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I was heartbroken, and began to walk over to the bridge where my Uncle committed suicide. I stumble to the bridge, and prepare to catapult myself off the edge, when I hear my Wife, Mother, and Father beckoning to me. I walk over to them, ghostly apparitions with blood smeared on their bodies, and smudged tear stains rolling down their faces, and feel myself lose most of my weight. I get closer, and they vanish. I look around curiously, then down at my hands. Somewhat transparent, featuring long fingernails with grime built up under them, caked in blood. I look up from my hands, and begin crying. I walk along the bridge, continuing to cry. As I keep walking, I see everyone I had ever known in my life, alive and well. |
I was heartbroken, and began to walk over to the bridge where my Uncle committed suicide. I stumble to the bridge, and prepare to catapult myself off the edge, when I hear my Wife, Mother, and Father beckoning to me. I walk over to them, ghostly apparitions with blood smeared on their bodies, and smudged tear stains rolling down their faces, and feel myself lose most of my weight. I get closer, and they vanish. I look around curiously, then down at my hands. Somewhat transparent, featuring long fingernails with grime built up under them, caked in blood. I look up from my hands, and begin crying. I walk along the bridge, continuing to cry. As I keep walking, I see everyone I had ever known in my life, alive and well. |
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