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Additional stories OR why Mr. Thompson decided not to kill
himself once again

1
He climbed the highest tree in the forest, right in front of
Bakerfield's house. He was a young enough boy to easily
climb any strong enough object that came upon his way.
Mr. Bakerfield was a fat, grumpy old man, and Mrs.
Bakersfield  was the type of lady you would expect to see
getting sobier and sobier as the years go by. Daniel, their
oldest, was a grumpy and melancholic teen himself, and he
has done what any good and dump-enough poor american teenage
boy does, which is to enroll into a military career.
Besides him there was of course, never-to-be-forgotten, a
cheerful, sneaky, ironic little girl, Maggie.

A few cheerful birds were doing their way up the trees and
through to the far snowy mountains. Kevin was in a good
mood. he wore he's lucky sneakers, put his best Jeans on,
his most pretty buttoned shirt and his favorite baseball
cup. He never really liked Baseball but he thought the hats
were pretty cool.
He took out a long L&M cigarette he stole from this mother a
few weeks earlier, and lit it up with a stick match. he
through the stick down to the forest and watched it's fire
slowly die.
He took a long breath of smoke. the cough came right after.
he laughed and threw the cigarette down as well.
He took a long breath.
:he counted down in whisper
"
3
2
1
...
"

Then he tied the rope around the tree and reached to the
branch under his feet and stabled himself on it. It was wide
and strong. Such a pity that god only helps when it comes to
suicidal attempts.    
Oliver was always a good climber. As a kid he would climb
every big enough object on his sight. Dad would call him a
monkey boy. "You're a half homo sapiens half monkey. You can
climb a tree as good as one, but you're also stupid as one".
Ha, that asshole. He played a major role in he's urge to
die, but he wasn't the main reason. The main reason was
pretty reasonable in his thought. He wanted to die, because
life was a shitty experience. He came to the conclusion when
he was five years old, but he found out he could put an end
to it just five months before he found himself on that high
tree. From the moment he decided, everything Was suddenly
simple and reachable. The end of the misery of living, the
end of endless meaningless talks, no sleeping nights, no
more deadly nights.

He tied the rope around his skinny neck and closed his eyes.
He took a big breath and opened his eyes to see the sun
shining on his face for the last time. The sun was real high
and yellow that day. 'All prepared for me' he thought.
As he opened his eyes and looked down he saw her. He didn't
Know how long she'd been looking at him, but it kind of
creeped him out. She was the last person he wanted to see.
She's the last person that any decent human being with a
little brain would want to see. Especially being the last
thing to see. And even worse, he didn't want HER to find him
dead and get the pleasure to tell everyone she's the one
that found Kevin dead and blablabla.  
"KEVIN GLASS!" she screamed on him as their eyes met.
"Shut up! Shut it! Everyone will hear you!!" He whispered at
her.
"So what?" She screamed at him again.
"So shut it! God bless, can't a man find one peaceful moment
to get out of this world?"
She smiled evilly. "Ha, don't be so dramatic Kevin. If you
live or die- that's no concern to anyone. But if you die,
i'll have the pleasure to write a speech for the funeral, of
what a good friend you were to me and how sorry i am i
couldn't love you the way you loved me. Oh, it will be
heartbreaking!' A fake tear came down her eye and she rubbed
it dramatically with her hand.
"You won't dare.." he screamed.
"Watch me", she said smiling.
She sat on the ground and opened her pink Hello Kitty bag,
took out her notebook and pencil and started writing. After
a couple of minutes she put back the pencil and ripped the
paper out of the notebook.
"Dear family and friends" she started reading out loud.
"I don't know how to start describing what Kevin was for me
(crying-remember buying some onion oil). He was a good
friend and....
Ah, Kevin, i'm sorry i couldn't love you the way you loved
me! I know what a hard struggle you've been into trying to
forget me."
Kevin through a tree branch on her.
"Shut up! Just shut up. OK. i'm going down. Just shut up".
She smiled at him again. But it was a kind smile. A
happy-you're-alive smile.
He smiled back at her. "Do you want to go watch a movie?"
She ruined the paper she wrote on and through it to the
forest.
"Sure. why not?"




2
"KEVIN! Open the door!!"
'Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless.
Dearest, the shadows
I live with are numberless.'
"Kevin, is that the suicide Romanian song again? Put it
off'
Blood was flooding through his hands.
He laid on the cold floor. He was rolling a cigarette now.
"Mom. just shut up for a little. I'm trying to sleep" he
screamed back.
Mrs. Glass knocked her legs on the floor anxiously.
"Kevin. Just open the door and let me see you're alright and
bring you some pasta for dinner".
The floor was covered with blood.
"Not now. Not hungry. Just enjoying the music."


Mrs. Glass went back to the kitchen and took a bottle of
whiskey, then poured it to a glass cup. She took some ice
from the refrigerator. She went back in front of Kevin's
door and drank the whole cup in a sip. Kevin was moving his
hands up and down, painting the floor with his blood.
"Kevin. Last fucking warning. Open the door or i'll break it
myself."
"Mom. please don't swear.  someone's at the door" said
Kevin.
Mrs. Glass approached the door. As she opened it a pizza
delivery guy appeared at the entrance. "Hey Mrs.
Sausagefacely.. I.. I got your ten onion pizzas here. And
the Fanta bottle you ordered."
Mrs Glass looked at the pizza guy as if he had killed her
all family and revenge is coming.
"Th.. The pizzas are.. Are cold as you asked ma'am" said the
pizza guy, avoiding her eyes.
"What's your name, young man?"
"Brian ma'am.."
"And dear Brian. Do I look to you like a Mrs sausagefacely?"

He giggled and hide his face with his hand. "No.. No ma'am.
I just got this order with this name and address and.."
"so just so you know, Mrs sausagefacely might like onion and
Fanta, but Mrs Glass hates it more than she hates her
husband. And there aren't a lot of things I hate more than
my stupid husband. So tell your boss I'm sorry, but I'm not
paying for no sausagefacely pizza and that he should check
the orders he takes more carefully. Understood?"
She smiled her sad smile at him and handed him a ten dollar
bill. "I have a kid your age. Pretty much your height.
You're a good kid. You're all good kids at the end, right?
Take care of yourself, ah?"
"Th..thanks ma'am" he smiled at her and sat on his
motorcycle. She looked at him as the engine smoke blurred
his distancing structure. She closed the door and looked
upstairs. She heard a giggle coming from there. "Kevin!"
With his last power he reached his hand towards the stereo
machine and changed the song. It was a funky 80's disco
song. Bette Davis eyes. He closed his eyes and started
moving his body slowly to the sound of the beats, dancing
his dying body. He whispered the song with Kim Carnes.
Mrs glass stood out of her son's door again, a glass of cold
ice and whiskey was in her hand again. She drank it all,
then took a few steps away from the door. She breathed
deeply, inhaling as much air as she could. She liked that
song. In fact, it was her favorite. It was the one she lost
her virginity with that stupid baseball player at her
school. She tried recalling his name in her head, but
nothing came to mind. As she took the breath out she jumped
with her fat body at the door. Wood was flying everywhere.
She couldn't see anything for a few moments.
As she opened her eyes she looked right at Kevin's eyes. She
was laying right next to him.
She looked at the floor. It was covered with blood. "Idiot.
Idiot. Idiot!!!! Fucking idiot!!" she screamed as tears were
coming down her face. She hugged him. They were now both
covered in blood. Kevin let out a small laugh. You know i
love you mom, he said. Even if i don't like life altogether.
You're alright. You just made that stupid little mistake of
giving me life on earth". She laughed and covered his overly
bleeding hand with her scarf. She let out a long hard
breath. "Do you want me to call an ambulance Kevi?". "No.
they will just force me to commit to the psychs". She looked
at him deep down, and started petting his head slowly,
thinking. "Well. do you really want to die already honey? So
much could change, you know". He looked back up at her. "One
last chance. For you. Damn". They went over to the bath.



3
Interestingly enough, according to the Free Online
Encyclopedia, Wikipedia, there are 24 known Mathematicians
who had committed suicide, but only four physicists. There
are two known dentists, 53 Doctors, and 22 Philosophers (i
would only have to assume that the number of philosophers
who had committed suicide is much higher, since i am
familiar with the nature of Philosophy and of Philosophy
Departments altogether).  
It was a beautiful day. The earth was rotating around the
sun at 30 km/second. The sun was burning at a little over 15
million Celsius at its core, creating 5,726 degrees Celsius
on its surface. It was 25 degrees Celsius in San Francisco.
Kevin's body temperature was around 37.6. Kevin calculated
it would take him five days to reach the lake, and the five
more days to sail and drown and die. It was all prepared. It
had been two years since his last attempt, two years two
long, and he could not be any more excited. He had managed a
lot in the past two years: he dropped out of high school.
Enrolled in the army. Run away to Colombia. Studied geology
and mathematics. He's mind was loved by
his teachers. By his second year, he was already given some
research  on the Kourovka Notebook, a collection of unsolved
problems in group theory. He got sick of all that academic
bullshit when he was around his second year and once again
concluded that life anywhere on earth is not worth living
for a person like him.
His life was quite right at the time, heading towards some
important findings in maths, but it all just seemed
pointless. It always had.
Since the very first moments that he opened his eyes to
life and the world, he knew it wasn't right for him. Some
fundamental mistake of the universe or evolution perhaps.
So he drove to Lake Tota, the largest lake in Colombia. He
built his own boat the past few months. He had tank full of
gas inside it he was planning to light up after he started
his journey. He lit a cigarette and let away the boats rope.
It was still morning shivery coldness and the cigarettes
smoke blew away with the thick foam. He let the rope go and
the boat sail. when he was about far enough for anyone to
see, he poured the benzine all over the boat. He lit another
cigarette and smoked it for a while. Then he smoked one last
puff and threw his cigarette inside the boat. Flames where
glazing in the air.
The wide sea was gracefully accepting the earthly present.
And so he thought, 'what a wonderful day. what a wonderful
life'







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חוות דעת על היצירה באופן פומבי ויתכן שגם ישירות ליוצר

לשלוח את היצירה למישהו להדפיס את היצירה
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
יש אבנים עם לב
אדם , יש אנשים
עם אבנים
בכליות

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