Another short story over what someone might resort to, should their life be in shambles.
Dreams of the Beautiful Suicidal Souls pt. 4
In my bed I lie.
Waiting for my death.
I have lost everything. I have lost my wife, my children, my job, all of my money. My beautiful children…I can never see them again. The bank is coming to take away the home tomorrow, and then I will be gone.
There is nowhere to go. I have no family left.
The empty pill bottle mocks me. The bottle of whiskey stares coldly at me.
My stomach hurts. It hurts a lot. But this must happen; there is nothing left that this world can offer. I have lost everything and there is no way to regain it back. I wanted to die happily with my wife, in a nice home. With a front porch with me playing a little fiddle tune.
Today I die. I die here, in this worn out bed. I lost my life to sin, and now I see the painful white light.