The day after i killed myself, I woke up. I put salt and pepper on my eggs and made a bacon and cheese sandwich. I washed the dishes. The day after i killed myself, i fell in love.
Not with the middle school teacher , or the girl on the streets. I fell in love with my mother. I watched the way her clenching a rock from my collection until it was dark with sweat..
I fell in love with my father. I watched him put my note in my water bottle, letting it go to the lake. The day after i killed myself, I watched.
I watched my brother who used to belive in unicorns sitting on his deck in school crying and trying to think that i still existed. The day after i killed myself, I walked the dog.
I walked with him to the park where I played tag with my friends when i was young. I watched the dog wag his tail as a kid petted him. He liked it like the wy i used to.
The day after i killed myself, I went to my neighbors yard where i left footprints at the concrete. It was already fading. I look at my neighbor reading the newspaper that had my suicide in it.
The day after i killed myself, I think.
I thought about all the happy memories, my parents hugging me when i was sad, my first kiss with my girlfriend, who now is crying in her room thinking about me.
The day after i killed myself, I tried. I tried to unkill myself. But it was too late. It was my choice. It was my decision to kill myself.