Warning: Talks about suicide(Rember people suicide is not and never is the answer)
"Mr. Hamilton was soon hosipitleslised after his filed suicide attempted jumping off his 30 story apartment building in a critical condition. They say weather his condition will improve is…."
"Turn it off." Mark said. The Boho's had been watching the news when the story of a filed suicide attempted had come on….very depressing.
"If I were going to commute suicide I won't jump off a building…to messy." Roger said getting up and turning off the TV., then walking back to his spot between Mimi and Mark on the old beat up couch in the loft. Maureen was sitting on Joanne lap on the lazy-boy next to the couch, and Collins was sitting on the metal table back to back with Angel how was re-panting her nails.
"And you've thought about this?" Joanne asked.
"Well…after April…I gave it a bit of thought." Roger answered. No one was really surprised a lot of people have thought about killing them self sometime….even some of the Boho's. "I'd just sallow a bunch of sleeping pills, you fall asleep and then nothing." No one really had anything to say after that besides the fact Roger had just described his perfect suicide, it sounded to easy. Moments later, Maureen broke the silence.
"Well for my perfect suicide, I would get into my car,"
"You don't have a car."
"Shut-up Mimi. Ok I would buy a car. A really nice car with comfy seats. I would hock a hose up to the muffler, keep the car in park, step on the gas and let the fumes fill the car. Now that's falling asleep dieing. Oh and then I would be burred in my car." She added as an after thought. And Joanne just had to ask.
"Maureen, were on earth did you get that idea?"
"My uncle died the same way. I thought maybe I could keep it in the family." Again no one had anything to say, this was just getting weirder by the seconded, then someone else broke the silence.
"Well if you were to ask me this is excitedly how I would do it. I would stand on the edge of a chair with a piece of rope tided around my neck, and I would be holding on to these two things with blades on them. First I would take a handful of my AZT and sleeping pills and grab on to the things with blades. Then I would OD on my AZT and I would start to fall asleep so I would slip (cutting my arms), into a bucket of water and I would have some one throw a toaster in the water."
The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife. None of them had excepted anything like that. Collins turned around.
"Ummmm, Angel." he said. But she must not have heard him, for she continued to paint her nails. After a few moments she must have felt all eyes on her because she looked up into all of her friends…destribed faces.
"What?"
THE END