Chapter 2: John Snow And The Whole Wisconsin Concept

I live in a small town in Wisconsin. And I’m not really popular. A couple of months ago a few young men took up the challenge of suicide prevention. They’ve been hiring psychiatrists and almost every bright man they could find. It’s actually become quite a good organization. They tried to hire me for online counseling but the last thing I need is other people’s s**t. I have enough to deal with.

I look around my room. My posters looks like they stare me down as I realize how bad I feel. I feel defeated in some way. I look at my Nirvana poster from the early nineties. Kurt Cobain is sweating heavily whilst playing. “Kurt. Could you possibly give me a way out here?” I say softly. I lie down on my bed. “It’s time” I tell myself. It’s been a couple of days since I saw Jackie. Why the f**k hasn’t she called me yet? I feel like such a fool for believing in her wanting to be my friend and all. I walk downstairs. Grab the bottles. Go back upstairs to my room.

“I’m fucked beyond comparison” I manage to think. There’s nothing left to keep. I sit down and grab a piece of paper. “I shall hail the king of nothing. F**k you all” I write. I swallow about fifteen mixed pills and hail down half a bottle of vodka. I lie down and await my demise. I can’t see the point in living any longer. I pass out. 

 

I wake up the next day. My head is heavy and my chest is in a considerable amount of pain. This can’t be. I look out through my window. The day seems brighter than ever. I quickly grab my phone. Shaking as I call John Snow the founder of the Suicide prevention clinic.

“John Snow speaking, who’s there?” John says with a calming voice. “Hey John it’s Aaron” I stutter. “Hey Aaron, What’s up? Changed your mind on the counseling thing?” He asks kindly. “No, haven’t changed my mind about that. But nevertheless I might need some.” I say. “Well, that’s what we’re here for Aaron. Why don’t you come on down this afternoon? Does three o’ clock sound good?” He asks. “Yeah, sounds fine. Who’s going to talk to me then?” I ask. “Well, I’ll take that job. You’re one of the most prominent teens in this town. So you’re my client.” He says and chuckles. “See yah then.” I say.

The weird thing about John is his physique. He used to be quite big. But he lost a ton of weight since he started dealing with kids. He has been growing a beard as far as I know. He’s like a father to me. He’s always there when I need him. Plus he used to date my mom. They broke up due to him having too many cases. But they still love each other. I look at the clock. Eleven am. I have time for a shower and some breakfast. I walk to the bathroom. I turn on some music. Just some soft s**t so I can think. I turn on the water. Take off my clothes. My phone rings.

“Hey you” Jackie says. “Hey you” I say. “So what’re you up to?” She asks. “Well, I’m actually about to take a shower” I say, slightly depressed. “Oh, should I call you later?” she asks. “I don’t really have time today. But call tomorrow or something?” I ask silently. “Sure” she says and hangs up.

I start the playlist. I go under the hot water. I sit down and start crying.

An hour later I get out of the shower. Feeling like s**t never felt this bad. I look in the mirror. Seeing my face makes me even sadder. I despise the person looking back at me. The black hair falling covering my face. The green eyes resonating with all of my loneliness. “F**k you!” I scream at the mirror. I turn around and punch the wooden wall. I find some clothes in my dresser. A pair of light blue jeans with some tears, a Guns N’ Roses t-shirt and a pair of teal socks. I get ready to face whatever the f**k John throws at me.

Author's Note

Constructive Criticism would be lovely

Reviews

[Dayran]

The clear and calm expression of an experience that is quite daunting is in itself quite an accomplishment. When everywhere you turn is in greater turmoil that you are, its time to take to the backpack and see a bit of the country. The straight roads heading someplace beyond is great therapy to a life that keeps running into contradictions.

[Tattered Teddy]

This is awesome mate! WOW ... I can resonate with everything in this chapter, even down to how the main character looks. This is almost spooky. Very well-written, too. :)

[White_lily]

sad indeed, the feelings are very strong in this chapter