by A suicidal person
It was dark. Very dark. Looking around, the only thing I could see were trees, and a man sitting on a bench with a newspaper. There was a bright white light where his head should have been.
I couldn't even make out a face.
"What are you doing out here? It's so dark"
Without any words, he showed me the newspaper. On it, I saw all the good things I have ever done and will do. I didn't know how I knew that. I just did.
It had everything. From the simple things like saying hello to someone who was having a bad day, to the bigger things like standing up for a co-worker who was wrongly fired.
Looking at it, I started to tear up.
Then, without speaking, he turned the page.
It was a list of everything bad I would ever do. Lying on my resume. Cheating on my wife. Everything.
I couldn't read it all. It was too much.
Then, the man spoke.
"Be careful what choices you make, because not all of them lead to the best outcomes".
Then, everything vanished.
I heard everything. Excitement, panic, and beeping.
As I opened my eyes, I saw my wife looking down at me with tears in her eyes.
"Don't ever do that again"