A Love Story : Life


Before I could say or do anything else, everything around me started to disappear as I arrived back into reality. The first thing I saw was Eleanor pushing my best friend towards the wall and started choking him with her bloody fingers and nail. “Leave it there,” my inner voice said. “If she kills your best friend, she will surely spare you,” it said again as I stood there, motionless, not knowing what to do. I looked at my best friend’s eyes, expecting to see fear but I didn’t see it. Instead, I could see that he couldn’t care that he was about to die. “Just kill me already,” his eyes said.

“Surely, if he wants to die, you should let him?” my inner voice told me. “Yes,” I said, “But unlike everyone else, I couldn’t live with the guilt,” I replied. “You are stupid and you know it,” I heard myself saying. I closed my eyes and shouted her name, “Eleanor!” but she did nothing. “Eleanor!” I shouted again. Still nothing. “I know you want to take my soul,” I said. “What are you waiting for? Come here and take it already,” I told her. That was when she let go of my friend and started to walk slowly towards me. “What are you doing?!” my best friend yelled. “Are you crazy?!” he shouted. “RUN!!!”

Every inch of my body is screaming for me to run away but I stayed put. As she came closer and closer, every other sound around me was muffled as I could feel my death becoming more and more imminent. But who cares? If I don’t die today, sooner or later, I would still die. “Do you have any regrets?” Eleanor asked me while smiling, showing off her long, bloody fangs. “No, I don’t,” I said. “What’s the point of life anyway?” I asked her. “All the sufferings for nothing,” I said. “Why did you try to stop me then?” she questions, referring to the fact that I did try to stop her from killing herself.

“For some,” I said. “For some their life is perfect. They get everything they want. They fall once or twice, get back up and declared they are companions,” I continued. “In their own words, they assumed that since they could do it, so could everyone. And so they embarked on a journey. A journey to educate people, telling them lies about how things will get better when it won’t,” I said as Eleanor remained silent. “Some will tell them that nothing will get better but they brushed it away saying that eventually, it will or that something else will happen when nothing happens. When they were told that, they simply reply saying that God works in mysterious ways,” I said. “For them, that’s an explanation but for me that’s bullshit,”

“What does that have got to do with you trying to stop me from killing myself?” she asked, sounding angry that I totally wasted her time. “I was trying to break the chain,” I said. “If I help you once maybe it will be the start of something new happening. Maybe then people will start helping you too,” I replied. “That’s a lie,” she said. “That’s a lie and both of us knows it,” she continued. “I may be a lot of things but I’m not a liar,” I said proudly but immediately regretted it. “You killed your brother-in-law and said it was a suicide,” Eleanor said. “You don’t have to remind me of what I did. But, can’t you see it? If you didn’t jump that day, I would be there to help you with your life,” I answered back. “Surely you aren’t that old to realise that I didn’t kill myself. The detective pushed me,”

“You told him to do it,” I replied. “You couldn’t bear the fact that your dad will be heartbroken when he finds out the way you ended your life,” I said. “Well, that’s still suicide anyway,” she replied, the anger was gone from her eyes. “Any last wish?” she asked before taking a step closer, ready to suck the life out of my body. “Yes,” I said. “Why?” I asked her, trying to buy some time. “I couldn’t take it anymore,” she replied. “But you said the thing was helping you,” I answered. “You didn’t let me finish,” she said. “I want to kill more. That’s why I couldn’t stand being alive any longer,” she continued. “So you will still kill my friend?” I asked her. “No, I can’t do that. Because you are sacrificing your life to prevent me from killing him,” she said.

“Well. Finally, I got my life into some good use,” I said to myself. I was sure that I was going to die but my best friend creeped out from behind and smacked Eleanor’s head with a piece of metal that was laying around for some reason. Surprisingly enough, eventhough she was technically a demon, she still fell to the ground.


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