The pain was so unbearable.
My arm was out of its socket, my legs where held at an awkward angle and my clothes were soaked in blood.
My blood.
A few seconds ago I jumped from the top of a twenty-five story building. I thought it was high enough to kill me, but it wasn't.
I didn't know if I was hallucinating but my legs twisted themselves back in place, and my arm was slowly cracked itself back in its socket, then I didn't feel any pain at all. It seems as if I was just lying there on the ground, unscathed.
A few minutes after sirens blared and colors of red and blue flashed. I didn't know what to do, either stand up and run or talk to the police about my miraculous jump, and the answer was obvious. I had to run.
I stood up and ran as fast as I can and as far as I can from the police; my heart was thumping as I ran on the meadow and onto the rocky road.
I didn't know what
the hell had happened there but, I was somewhat thankful for it, I
was really thankful cause I had done the stupidest thing in my life
and managed to get away from it, but still, what happened had
intrigued me.
I was already home and the phone rung, my parents
weren't home yet, maybe it was some kind of an emergency that must
have set them back, my parents work at the hospital anyway, mom's
the nurse and dad's the doctor, I know it sounds like a soap but,
ugh, my parents aren't some cheap drama characters, the phone rung
again and I picked it up.
It was Jane
"Hello" she cried "hello is Mrs. Thorne there? or maybe Mr. Thorne?, please it's an emergency"
I didn't know what to do, I can't just say "Hi there Jane, I know you just saw me jump off a building, just to let you know, I'm not dead…haha" that would be stupid and I can't imagine how much trauma would she get after I said that, so I had the perfectly improvised plan.
"Hi, you have reached the Thorne family" I interrupted a few seconds to reach my phone "leave your message after the beep" and I clumsily played a beep tune out of my phone, and I thought, whew, what a relief.
" I don't know what to say" she continued crying "uhm… Jake killed himself earlier" then her voice suddenly swished to wailing "I'm really sorry" then she hung up.
Her cries were still in my head, I didn't know what to do.
After a few minutes I decided to rid the evidence on me, I burned my clothes and took a shower, and then I sat silently on my room, waiting what would happen, as I was examining my legs, my parents came home. I heard my mother grieving and my dad seemed to be talking to himself loudly.
My heart was beating loudly and sweat ran down from my forehead to my back, I was so nervous, but I thought that it would be lighter if I told them.
I took in a few deep breaths and slowly walked downstairs, mom was on the couch covering her face with a pillow and dad was on the kitchen bar, smoking, I slowly walked to mom, who was lying, had her back towards me, I kneeled in front of the couch and tapped my mom's shoulder.
"What now Ian?" she mumbled, her face still covered with a pillow.
I tapped her shoulder again, and she shook it off. I did this again and she shook it off again, but was about to sit up.
"What is it Ian?" she said, irritated.
I asked what was wrong, I know, I pretended that I didn't know what happened, but you try telling your parents that you tried to kill yourself, instead ended up healing in a freakish way.
My mom's eyes rounded in surprise, she hugged me tightly and kissed my cheeks and then my forehead, she was laughing, a laugh I hadn't heard for months. Dad seemed to have noticed the sound and suddenly joined the hugging.
Everything was fine alright, but it was weird.
Mom was so happy that she made us dinner, although it was almost twelve, we ate together as a family. I felt like everything's going to be better.
The following morning was boring; mom told me to stay in, because she had to tell the police that they were misinformed and dad was off to the hospital.
So I was pretty much alone.
I had almost forgotten what happened to me last night, not that we had a family gathering in the middle of the night, but why was I still alive. I was intrigued of what happened that I planned to do it again.
To kill or hurt myself, but this time, its just for finding out.
I thought of scratching myself with something sharp, as I gazed on the coffee table, I saw it.
A pair of scissors.
I pulled it, and I was cautious if there might be someone else watching me. After a few minutes I ended up slashing my palm with the scissors, the pain was there as I stared at the deep scar; surprisingly it healed fast, on its own. It closed up so quickly, like a kid's wailing mouth after you shove it with a lollipop.
I wiped the blood off the scissors and sat down, I'm so confused, I didn't know what to do.
I'm a superhero.
After a few hours of thinking and worrying what would happen, the doorbell rang. I walked slowly towards it and peeped on the peephole.
It was Jane.
Damn, I thought, what should I do??, should I go to her and say that I didn't die or keep hiding? So I thought what was best.
To tell her.
I nervously opened the door, just to see what would she looked like if she saw me.
She held her head up and hugged me.
"I'm sorry" she said
"What for?" I pretended to didn't know what happened, obviously.
"I told the police that you-" she hesitated.
"I what? Tried to kill myself?" I had to pretend to be angry, or she might notice.
"I really am" she said, the there was a pause of silence. "sorry"
She hugged me and walked out of the door.
Her exit was kind of dramatic really, I kept the door open to see her out, and saw she was with Tyson Gray, head of the student body's sports committee, captain of the basketball team and the most famous guy in school. We were once friends a long time ago, best friends, but we got too different and eventually separated.
I watched Jane and Tyson speed off in his shiny car, I slammed the door shut and leaned on it to get a grip on myself, I'm so confused at the moment, so many emotions; I felt freaked because I had superpowers, but quite happy at that, angry because I saw Jane with another guy, and not just any other guy, Tyson had to be that guy, and I also felt sad, because I caused Jane pain, after almost faking my own death. I can't believe I all felt this in a moment.
Hours passed and mom and dad weren't home yet, I had nothing else to do, so I decided to take a stroll outside. I slipped on my gray v-neck and gladly stepped outside. The weather was fine, it was windy, but not cold. I happily walked towards a vast space of empty lots and uninhabited houses, Fairfields was a huge suburban alright, but almost half of it is uninhabited. I enjoyed the silence and scenery around me, the sky's shocking shade of cerulean, the puffy white clouds. Everything was exhilarating, no noise, no people, no sound, but the silent quacking of ducks flying overhead.
There was a sudden mad blaring of horns, I tried to jump sideward but it was too late, it hit me on my right and toppled me to the ground, I gasped to relax myself as I saw the smoking van, it had crashed on one of the empty houses and I was sure that the driver was inside, the pain on my right faded away as I stood up. I ran to the van and knocked on the door madly, then tried to open it but it was locked, the driver was inside but he wasn't moving his head on the wheel and blood trickled from his temple to his cheek. I looked for something to open the window, and there it was, a wooden sign on the perfectly manicured lawn that said: FOR SALE,
I quickly grabbed it and whacked it on the window; the smoke was gathering inside, I had to be fast before he suffocates, or before the car explodes, I whacked at the window again and fine pieces of glass crumbled down. I hit it again and again until there was almost no glass on it, I pulled him out, and to my horror the hood blazed, I had already pulled him out, but we were to close, the van gave out an explosion of both noise and heat, I jumped over him, shielding him from the blaze, it welled up throughout me, the fire burned every part of me, the pain was unimaginable. Then the explosion ended, and I still had fire on me remembering the fire drills at school I rolled myself on the ground till it was extinguished. I grabbed out my phone and dialed the numbers for the police.
"Hello?" I said " hello, I need help"
"Kid" a cool female voice said "calm down and tell us where you are"
"I'm at Apple street in Fairfields" I gasped "you can't miss it there's a huge car fire here, please hurry"
"we'll be there fast" she said, and I was cut off.
I knew what to do, like what I did after I tried to kill myself, run. I sprinted home and safely avoided the sirens, I passed through the backdoor, to avoid noisy neighbors, took off my shirt and crashed myself in bed. It was almost dark and I was staring at the gray ceiling, thinking what a day it has been