"Finally." I said under my breath as I stood from my car and shut the door behind me. I stared in awe at the building I was beginning to think didn't exist.
I had been searching for this place for what felt like several months. And I now understood why it was so hard to find. It's not like I could ask anyone for directions, nor would there be a big sign pointing me there. This place, after all, the lone cabin that stood in the center of a clearing, somewhere in a heavily forested area, was a place where people would come to die.
More specifically, this was a place where people with a tragic backstory could tell their tale before facing certain death. Was it legal? No. Was it effective? Absolutely.
I made my way to the door and knocked. I heard footsteps from inside and the door swung open, leaving me standing face to face with a man with white hair and a grey beard that lead down nearly to the middle of his stomach, which definitely protruded. He looked like an old man lumberjack.
"You must be Jack," he said in a heavy country accent. I nodded. "Well, come on in." He gestured toward his living room.
I walked past him and into the living room. There was a rug in the center of the floor with 2 chairs siting diagonal from each other, on sitting near the far wall next to the fireplace, the other sitting closer to the front door. The only light in the cabin was coming from the warm and roaring fireplace, which filled the place with an orange glow.
He shut the door and walked over to the chair next to the fireplace, gesturing me to sit in the other chair. We sat and talked about the procedure for a few minutes. He told me there would be a gummy bear that I'd have to lay under my tongue. The juices from within were toxic and would enter my bloodstream, leading my heart to stop after a few minutes. I would be dead by the time the gummy bear is dissolved, he told me.
He then informed me that there would be no exchange of money for this procedure, instead I'd have to tell him the story of why I needed to die. I agreed and he grabbed a small package from the box next to him. He handed it to me. Inside was the gummy bear. It was no larger than any other gummy bear I'd ever seen. It was yellow.
I unwrapped it, as instructed, and put it under my tongue. To my surprise, it didn't taste horrible, but instead tasted like lemons. I took a few seconds for the shock to hit me that I was really doing this, I was really going to die.
He got his journal out and jotted something down before looking up at me. I began to tell him about my story.
"I was in the happiest time of my life. I had been with this girl, Meghan, for a few years. We had a child together and decided to get married. She was the perfect girl for me and our son was the most beautiful child I'd ever seen. But a few years passed by, the work days turned into endless hour shifts. I had no time nor energy to spend on my sin, nor my wife. We'd got in an argument one night and I went to the local bar. There, after a few drinks, I met this woman, Samantha. She and I were flirting and eventually hit it off. I'd told her it was a one time thing. She wanted it to be more. She informed my wife that I'd slept with her, which was completely untrue. My wife took our son and left me. She took everything.
But that wasn't the end of Samantha, she followed me everywhere. She spammed me on every social media site, stalked me at any apartment or hotel I stayed at. Everywhere I went, there she was a few steps behind. I tried asking for help from anyone I could but they all told me I deserved it for tearing my family apart. I wish I hadn't gone to that stupid bar. I wish I hadn't met that blonde bimbo at the bar.
After a year of running I knew dying would be the only way. I would've done it alone, and I tried it once. She busted through the door and stopped me, revived me. This was the only place I would be able to pull it off successfully."
The man continued to write and I felt my vision start to fade. At last, I was free.
I had been searching for this place for what felt like several months. And I now understood why it was so hard to find. It's not like I could ask anyone for directions, nor would there be a big sign pointing me there. This place, after all, the lone cabin that stood in the center of a clearing, somewhere in a heavily forested area, was a place where people would come to die.
More specifically, this was a place where people with a tragic backstory could tell their tale before facing certain death. Was it legal? No. Was it effective? Absolutely.
I made my way to the door and knocked. I heard footsteps from inside and the door swung open, leaving me standing face to face with a man with white hair and a grey beard that lead down nearly to the middle of his stomach, which definitely protruded. He looked like an old man lumberjack.
"You must be Jack," he said in a heavy country accent. I nodded. "Well, come on in." He gestured toward his living room.
I walked past him and into the living room. There was a rug in the center of the floor with 2 chairs siting diagonal from each other, on sitting near the far wall next to the fireplace, the other sitting closer to the front door. The only light in the cabin was coming from the warm and roaring fireplace, which filled the place with an orange glow.
He shut the door and walked over to the chair next to the fireplace, gesturing me to sit in the other chair. We sat and talked about the procedure for a few minutes. He told me there would be a gummy bear that I'd have to lay under my tongue. The juices from within were toxic and would enter my bloodstream, leading my heart to stop after a few minutes. I would be dead by the time the gummy bear is dissolved, he told me.
He then informed me that there would be no exchange of money for this procedure, instead I'd have to tell him the story of why I needed to die. I agreed and he grabbed a small package from the box next to him. He handed it to me. Inside was the gummy bear. It was no larger than any other gummy bear I'd ever seen. It was yellow.
I unwrapped it, as instructed, and put it under my tongue. To my surprise, it didn't taste horrible, but instead tasted like lemons. I took a few seconds for the shock to hit me that I was really doing this, I was really going to die.
He got his journal out and jotted something down before looking up at me. I began to tell him about my story.
"I was in the happiest time of my life. I had been with this girl, Meghan, for a few years. We had a child together and decided to get married. She was the perfect girl for me and our son was the most beautiful child I'd ever seen. But a few years passed by, the work days turned into endless hour shifts. I had no time nor energy to spend on my sin, nor my wife. We'd got in an argument one night and I went to the local bar. There, after a few drinks, I met this woman, Samantha. She and I were flirting and eventually hit it off. I'd told her it was a one time thing. She wanted it to be more. She informed my wife that I'd slept with her, which was completely untrue. My wife took our son and left me. She took everything.
But that wasn't the end of Samantha, she followed me everywhere. She spammed me on every social media site, stalked me at any apartment or hotel I stayed at. Everywhere I went, there she was a few steps behind. I tried asking for help from anyone I could but they all told me I deserved it for tearing my family apart. I wish I hadn't gone to that stupid bar. I wish I hadn't met that blonde bimbo at the bar.
After a year of running I knew dying would be the only way. I would've done it alone, and I tried it once. She busted through the door and stopped me, revived me. This was the only place I would be able to pull it off successfully."
The man continued to write and I felt my vision start to fade. At last, I was free.
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