Suicide Note

“Jim don’t”

“No it has to end, or it will go on forever”

“Please Jim”

“It has to end, you need to see that”

“Pleas-“

BANG

It whistled in the night. I could even hear it through the muffled receiver of my phone. It sang to me, cutting off my last desperate attempt to save Jim Maffette’s life. Why did he call? Was I his speaking suicide note, the one attempt to tell his life to the rest of the world? Why?

I am broken, nothing heals except the long note of the inhale and the subsequent haze that follows there after. Everyone has said they are sorry to hear about Jim a death in the family, they say is hard to cope with. He sat on his bed, called me, cried, and for the first time in his life felt the need to die for something he believed in.

I pray that I was not something he felt the need to die for.

I am the only speaking suicide note.