Five People I Guarantee You Never Saw Coming

What exactly is there to live for?  I thought. S**t at work isn’t so hot. I can’t get laid to save my life. Bills are piling up out of nowhere. What’s the f*****g point anymore? Why not just end my life right now?

As I lay in bed, contemplating on killing myself, the lamp on the nightstand to my left flickered. I figured it was just the electricity about to go out for the fourth time in six months due to me not paying the bill on time, so when it did I didn’t budge.

 “This room is about as dark as my life.”

“Well, what did you expect? A f*****g ‘let there be light’? I’m sorry I’m not the Big Man. I can’t just pull light out of my a*s,” a Godfather character type voice said. It was like the person who was talking to me had about fifty cotton balls stuffed into each side of his mouth.

As light started to fill the room, I noticed that there weren’t fifty cotton balls, just one cotton ball tail. Standing a good four and a half feet shorter than my 5’11’’ height to my right –between the door out and me – was what appeared to be a white and brown speckled rabbit standing on its hind legs. Strange thing about it was that it was wearing a light tan trench coat and a hat only a guy from the 1950’s would wear.

“S**t! Whatever I was drinking before I fell asleep, I need to never drink again!”

It looked up at me and I could see its face. It was that of those cute little rabbits that I’d often see at the Eastern Market during the spring months. It was round and soft, but with heavy blue eyes that had a human like quality to them. Its long ears poked out from the sides of its hat. In any other circumstance I’d laugh at this sight, but my throat had gone dry and I could barely get my breathing to go back to normal. There was no way I could laugh.

I really must stop drinking.

“Listen, hot dog, it wasn’t what you were drinking. The Big Man just thought it would be nice if I dropped by, said ‘hi’, showed you a couple of things. You know. Something like a chat, so to speak. But if you don’t want to, it’s no sweat off of my balls. I’ll just go back up and tell Him you were a lost cause. Nothing I could do about you. ‘Oops! Oh well!’ type of s**t.”

I just stared.

“So are you going to cooperate or can I leave now?”

I just stared.

“Damn idiot. I told BM he was fucked from the beginning, but no he has to love His child and look after him. Hmmmmph! Some child you are.”

I just stared.

“Well, since you’ve seemed to forgotten how to speak, I’ll be on my way,” it slowly started to walk towards the door out of the room and into the hallway.

“Wait!” I called out.

It stopped and turned to face me.

“What?” I couldn’t think of what to ask first. “What are you?”

“What?” it repeated. “Well, I’m what you hummies call a guardian angel. Big Man put me in charge of the extreme cases.”

I started to stare again.

“I would have sent someone else, but Big Man thought I should come down personally.”

I snapped out of the stare, “But that didn’t answer my question.”

“On the contrary, it did. You asked me ‘What are you?’ not ‘Who are you?’ If you had then I would have told you who I am.”

“But you’re not a person!”

“Hmmmmph. I see you’ve got Queen Elizabeth’s manners.”

“Huh?”

“Well, since you’re never going to ask, I’m Bunny Harris and you’re Alex…yes, yes I know. Don’t give me that look. I just told you I was a guardian angel, so put two and two together, hot dog. So are you up for a chat or can I go deal with someone who isn’t a whiny, inconsiderate a*****e?”

“A chat? About what?”

For the first time it smiled, showing a mouth full of straight, pearly white teeth with the front two ending lower than the rest; and there was a little twinkle in its eyes.

“I’d thought you’d never ask,” it started to walk back towards me. “My good sir, I am here by request of Robert Wulfric Brian Dapperfield, better known as God, to aide you in making the decision of self-destruction.”

“And how do you intend to do that?”

Another smile, “Why my good fellow, by showing you five people I guarantee you never saw coming.”

***

For the first time I noticed the room that we were standing in was something like the room I knew as my bedroom. As usual, in the middle of the room, off towards the wall was my queen size bed, which in my opinion was a waste of space. Next to it a dresser and a door that led to the master bathroom. Sure it wasn’t much, but it was home for the moment. The only difference was that the room seemed to have a sepia-like tone to it. No longer was I standing in the color world of my disastrous life.

However, as soon as I got a good visual grip on the room, it started to fade away and was replaced by the living room of my childhood home.  I recognized it by the old, sagging, black couch that I hated so much. Every time I sat on it, it felt as if I would sink pass the floor into an unknown ground to be lost forever. I continued to hate the feeling of sinking throughout my entire life because of it.

From the living room I could hear people in the kitchen, which was just to the left through a doorway that from my current position I could not look through.

“He doesn’t mean any harm, Frank. He’s just a little boy,” a pleasant female voice exclaim from the kitchen.

“Little boy my a*s!” a second voice said. It was a harsh, deep voice; a voice that I had known very well in my life. It was the voice of my father, which meant the female voice was my mother’s. I hadn’t known her voice as well, seeing as she had died when I was ten years old, leaving just my father to raise me.

“He didn’t mean to burn the couch. He didn’t know what he was doing,” my mother pleaded.

“Margie, he knew exactly what he was doing! He hates that f*****g couch. But it’s okay. I’ll give him something to hate!”

“Frank, no!” my mother pleaded, but it was no use my father was already storming out of the kitchen and into the living room.

I winced as he walked by me and tried to grab for Bunny’s paw.  He, however, moved out of the way before I could grab it.

Figures he’d leave me alone to deal with this man. Everyone else has done it. He shouldn’t be any exception.

My father stopped at the foot of the stairs and yelled up, “Alexander! Get your a*s down here!”

From upstairs my eight year old self came out of my room and appeared at the top of the stairs.  The little me’s face was pale, eyes wide, and was clutching onto something I couldn’t make out. As he slowly walked down the stairs I realized what it was. It was a handmade ‘I’m sorry’ card he had made for my father, trying to win over some forgiveness and avoid the beating he was about to get.

Once at the bottom of the stairs, he handed the card to my father. My father quickly glanced at the sad face that was drawn on the front flap and chucked the piece of paper behind him. He grabbed onto my younger self’s neck and lifted him into the air.

Walking toward the couch he yelled out, “Alex, do you see what you did to my f*****g couch?!”

He pushed my younger face into the burn mark that was on the middle seat.

“What the f**k were you thinking?!”

“Ime dun knuow,” I muttered from deep within the couch.

“You don’t know?! You don’t know?! What the f**k do you mean you don’t know? You knew exactly what you were doing, you little son of a b***h!”

“Frank, no! Stop it!” my mother pleaded from behind us.

“You shut up, woman! It’s your f*****g fault he’s alive in the first place!” my father yelled at her.

“How the f**k are you going to fix my couch, boy” he turned back towards me and let go and struck my younger self in the back of the head.

My younger self just laid there hoping the less he moved, the less my father would hit him. The thought was wrong, though. Over and over again my father struck my younger self with his closed fist. Over and over again bruises formed and blood ran all over my young body. My younger self began to cry along with my mother, but that only encouraged my father more. To him it meant he was doing a good job and should continue.  After my father beat my younger self to near death, he laid on the couch, sinking towards the ground. Needless to say, this wasn’t my last beating for trying to destroy that damn couch.

***

“Well, that was a waste of time.” I exclaimed.

“I’m sure you would think so. However the Big Man thinks different.”

“What does God know? He lets bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people all the time. You can’t possibly think I’m going to believe that someone who will allow children to starve in third world countries and let celebrities get out of jail is going to give a f**k about me.”

“Well, that’s why you’re under my care right now, now isn’t it? And don’t for one second believe God has anything to do with the starvation of children and special treatment of celebrities. That is all the work of man.”

“Which was created by God! Anyway, you never told me what it is you do for this “Big Man” as you call him.”

“Hmmmmph! The time for questions is later. Now I have to show you someone else. Someone you cared for you more than you cared for your father, but still had the same amount of influence on your life.”

“Santa?”

“Idiot,” Bunny Harris mumbled.

The sepia room faded again and this time we appeared in the hall way of my high school.

“Well, hot dog, do you recognize this?”

Looking around it looked like a very familiar hallway. I chuckled to myself. In fact it was a very familiar hallway. It was the Social Studies hallway on the second floor of my former high school and we were standing outside the classroom of my History teacher’s room.

Ahhhh, I thought, Mrs. Bonner.

Mrs. Bonner was a woman who was barely into her middle ages but looked as if she was in her late twenties. She was petite and curvy with flawless skin and gorgeous, full red hair. She had clear green eyes and a few freckles scattered among her small, round nose and soft cheeks. However, my favorite feature on her was her full lips. They always parted slowly right before she was about to say something and I always hoped to be the air that would soon become her sweet breath.

“Uh…yeah…sure. I guess I remember this place.”

“Hmmmmph. Of course you remember, hot dog. She’s your favorite teacher,” Bunny was mocking me.

How did he know that?!

“How did you know that?!”

“Quiet, hot dog. Just get into the classroom.”

I gave Bunny a cold look still wondering how it is that he knew so much about me, but dropped it and walked through the door into what was at one point in my life my favorite place in the world – it doesn’t hold that title any more, but it’s still in the top ten.

There she is I thought when I walked in and saw Mrs. Bonner. My goodness she was beautiful!

“Okay, class, that’ll be the end for our lesson today. Make note of the homework and have a nice day,” she said as the students packed up.

“Alex, if you don’t mind I need to talk to you after class,” I looked to the back of the classroom and there was my sixteen year old self looking love struck and wide eyed.

Boy, I don’t remember looking that nerdy.

As the rest of the students left the classroom, my teenage self had stayed behind to listen to what Mrs. Bonner had to say. I wondered if I knew at the time what she was about to say to me, but it doesn’t matter now does it? I knew now and my teenage self would soon find out too.

“Alex, sweetie,” she slowly caressed my arm, “I’ve gotten so lonely since my husband left me. I really need someone to keep me company.”

The look in Mrs. Bonner’s eyes was seductive, but the look in mine was priceless.

“Uumm…what do you mean Mrs. Bonner?”

“Oh, Alex, you can call me Julie,” she smiled.

My teenage self took a big gulp and said, “Mrs. Bonner…I mean Julie, I really have to get to my next class.”

“Very well, hun. Just meet me here at three.”

The rest of the day went by in a blur and I’m sure the teenage me thought different. Eventually it became three o’clock & there I was again standing in Mrs. Bonner’s classroom with the same priceless look I had before.

Hmmm. I wonder how far Bunny is gonna take this memory.

“Alex, I’m so glad to see you came back,” that same grin crossed her face.

“Uuhh…yeah. I uuhh…”

“Oh don’t worry, sweetie, I’m going to take care of everything.”

Wow. I forgot how aggressive she had been.

“I’ve been so lonely since my ol’ Herby left me,” she was making her way towards my teenage self, forcing him to back up onto a desk, “and well, a woman has needs that she can’t ignore for too long,” she was going for my pants.

Okay. Now for the good stuff.

The scene faded.

“Damn it!” I yelled.

The scene was replaced by one that took a week after the first. My teeange self was outside the school where nearly every student in the school was, watching police drag Mrs. Bonner out of the school and into the back seat of their car.

So much for banging her again, my teenage self thought.

There it was again…that damn sinking feeling.

***

No time for the sepia room; we faded into another memory. This time it was at the high school again, but it was a year after Mrs. Bonner was arrested. We stood in the cafeteria and it took me a minute to find my teenage self, but there he was sitting in the corner near a window by himself. The look on my face was one of great depression. From what I remember, junior year wasn’t a good year for me until around the end when I met…

There he was, Gary Martin. He was as tall as all outdoors and just as refreshing. He had a charm about him that no one in the school could deny. He was the best friend I ever had during those four years and this must have been the day we became friends.

When the teenage me saw Gary, he straightened up and wiped as much of the depression of his face as he could. I guess back then I had hoped he would one day be walking by and stop to chat. It’s not that I had a man crush on him or anything; it’s just I was kind of hoping for a friend back then. Well, that day I got my wish and Gary sat down in the seat across from me.

“Hey, man. You’re the guy who banged Mrs. Bonner last year, aren’t you?”

For the first time it didn’t sound like someone was grossed out about. He actually sounded interested.

I straightened up a little more, smiled and responded with, “Yeah, I’m that guy.”

“Sweet. How was she?”

“Well, I can safely say she’s the best I’ve ever had.”

“Only bang?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, no matter what, man, I look up to you. I would’ve banged her myself, but you know…”

I laughed. Finally someone didn’t cringe and think of me as a freak or a poor victim of molestation. It felt good.

The scene around us swirled and flashes of good times with Gary popped in and out of focus. I was soon filled with happy feelings that I got when I thought about those who I loved and made me the most happy. Knowing Gary had done that to me. I loved that man. He was the closest thing I had to a brother.

A scene suddenly stopped and hung in mid air. I turned to Bunny and he looked up at me with a worried look. Then the scene came into focus and there we were standing in Gary’s bedroom. It looked like it was senior year because I could see a blue cap and gown on Gary’s bed and Gary sitting on the floor looking happy.

The teenage me walked into the room and Gary looked up.

“Hey, man. You should really try this s**t.”

The teenage me and I both looked to the floor where there was a dark green plate with rows of a white powder lined up on it. If I had been any younger or any more naïve I would have thought it was baby powder, but both of me knew better. Gary was getting high off of cocaine again. He had started doing it in our senior year, even after I pleaded with him not to, but nothing could stop him. He always said it was the best s**t in the world and that I needed to try it.

“Man, why don’t you stop being a p***y and just try this s**t.”

“Gary, you need help.”

‘Help?” Gary looked like a hurt five year old. “Man, this s**t is help enough.”

“Gary, you’re going to kill yourself.”

“Shows how much you know.”

He snorted up another row and looked back up smiling.

“Hey, man. You should really try this sh…”

Gary slumped to the floor, breathing heavily.

“Stop that, man,” my teenage self yelled walking closer to him.

Gary started to shake.

“Stop it!”

He did stop, but when he stopped, he stopped everything else. My teenage self dropped to the floor next to my only best friend and I fell too.

As soon as I fell, sinking into the floor, there we were in the sepia room again. I looked up at Bunny, ready to kill him.

“Why did you have to show me him? I spent so much of my life trying to forget him!”

“That’s the problem with you, Alex. You tend to want to forget what you’ve been through.”

“Well, I have good reason. If you hadn’t noticed, my past doesn’t point to a brighter future.”

“On the contrary, one’s past does not determine his future. How one deals with his past determines his future.”

“Yeah well what do you know? You’re a f*****g guardian angel. Always have been, always will be.”

Bunny laughed. “My dear boy, even though guardian angels have never lived on Earth and were created for the sole purpose of being guardian angels, I am a rare exception. I started my life out as an actual rabbit. It was when I was called to heaven that Robert felt I would do good service as a guardian angel.”

“Yeah, well, I have to disagree,” I snorted.

***

I got to my feet and we were off again. In silence, I might add. I didn’t want to look Bunny in the eyes anymore. First showing me my father, then Mrs. Bonner, and now losing Gary. What next? The only other person that hurt more than any of them was…

“Erin! Hey, Erin, wait up!” my not so teenage self went running after my first love.

Erin looked back. Her clear gray eyes were drawing my younger self in.

Damn that girl had me!

“Yes, Alex?” she smiled. No doubt we were already together and in love at this point, so that would have made it my senior year in college.

“You forgot this,” I said when I finally caught up to her, out of breath. I handed her a notebook.

She looked down at it, smiling, knowing she really didn’t need it.

“Thanks.”

She started to walk away, but I grabbed her.

“Hey, babe,” I stopped speaking and pulled her in for a kiss. I had never kissed anyone like I use to kiss Erin. Since losing Gary’s friendship, I decided not to let anyone in, but then one day Erin came along and that changed.

“Will you marry me, babe?”

She smiled, “I’ll tell you later, but right now I have to get going to class.”

“Okay, hun. I’ll come by your place around six.”

“Okay,” she smiled and walked off, leaving me there standing more love struck than I had been than the day with Mrs. Bonner.

Six o’clock rolled around and I was walking up toward the senior dorm building. Since I knew the guard so well, he immediately let me in without asking the usual questions and waiting for Erin to come down and get me. I walked straight up to the fourth floor where Erin’s room was. The door was slightly open, so I walked in and there Erin was, naked as the day she was born on top of her roommate, Lisa.

***

“What the f**k are you showing me this for?!” I shouted when we got back to the sepia room, feeling the same sinking feeling I felt after all the scenes.

“Well…” Bunny started.

“Well what? What’s the f*****g point of showing me people who have done nothing but screw me over? Leave me to fight for myself?! Never gave a f**k about me?! Huh?! WHAT’S THE F*****G POINT?!”

“To keep you from killing yourself,” Bunny couldn’t look any calmer.

“To keep me from killing myself? That was to stop me from killing myself? Are you an idiot?”

“Alex, it’s time that I tell you why I’m here.”

For the first time since meeting him, Bunny actually had a look of sadness on his face.

“As you know I am Bunny Harris and I’m a guardian angel. Well, my official job title is Head Guardian Angel of Suicide Attempters.  Usually I send trained angels to people on Earth that are considering ending their lives by their own hands to persuade them not to,” he paused and I saw a tear run from eye down his fury cheek. “God sent me to you because you are an extreme case and He felt that I was the only one who could help you. I decided to keep you from killing yourself by showing you the four most important people in your life.”

“But why?! Knowing all of them has only caused me pain. I’m sure if it wasn’t for any of them I wouldn’t want to kill myself.”

“Don’t be so sure of that. Even though people enter your life to cause pain, they can still remain in your heart, because from pain blossoms beauty. Your life, which is full of pain, will create so much beauty in the near future.”

“Well, answer this question for me: Why is it that I’m marked as an extreme case?

“I’m sorry, but that is the one question that I cannot answer.”

“Figures! I should do myself in right now,” I looked around the room for anything that could aide in my end.

“I understand how you feel, however, there’s one more thing that I must show you before you make your final decision.”

For the last time the sepia room faded and we ended up in front of a tall, gray building I had never seen before. It had no windows and only one large, black door. I got the feeling once one entered this building, he never left.

I looked to my left and Bunny was looking up at me with a worried look on his face. He then motioned for me to follow him into the building. As we neared the building the temperature of the air seemed to drastically rise. My clothes started to stick to my skin as I sweated bullets. The smell of sulfur instantly hit my nostrils when the door was opened – by someone or something I couldn’t see.

Inside the building, we came to a very large, empty room. The only thing there was a large sign that read “Welcome to Hell Population: The Damned” over the cold, steel doors of an elevator shaft.

From the doors came a rattling and Bunny walked towards it. I, on the other hand, couldn’t move. My feet were bound to the floor, but my a*s cheeks seemed not to be. I honestly expected for feces to run down my legs at any second. I was at the entrance to Hell.

“Come on, hot dog,” I heard Bunny say. Something in his voice was softer than I had ever heard before. I sensed that he was scared to, even though he didn’t allow it to be shown on his face.

Finally the rattling stopped from behind the doors and they opened. Smoke billowed out of the elevator and a stronger odor of sulfur and burning flesh hit my nose and I felt like I was going to pass out. I struggled to get on the elevator. To this day, I swear the only way that I got on was having Bunny use all of his strength to pull me in after him.

Once on, the doors closed and I felt my heart sink into my stomach.

That damn sinking feeling again, I thought.

Bunny looked over the numbers on the wall and finally pushed nine. A voice from deep within a place I couldn’t see said “Level nine, Office.” Instead of the elevator rising, it fell deep within the Earth at a slow, eerie pace.

Oh s**t!

What seemed like twenty minutes later, the elevator stopped with a hard jerk and the doors slowly opened. In front of us was a large room, much like the one that we were in when we first entered the building, except there was a small desk in front of the large, black doors that were located in this room. At the desk sat a small, elderly woman, who from our distance looked much like an imp that accompanied pictures of the devil in religious children’s books.

Bunny cleared his throat and stepped off the elevator, quickly walking to the woman at the desk. I followed with as much speed as him, but not as much confidence.

“Hello, Bertha,” Bunny greeted the woman, “I have an appointment with Lucifer.”

“Yes, yes, yes. He’s been expecting you, Harris. How’s Emma?” the woman looked up and I could see actual fire in her eyes, however, every imp feature she seemed to have when I was standing at the elevator had vanish.

“She’s fine.”

“And the girls?”

“Very well. Thank you for asking. Is Lucifer ready?”

An evil grin crossed her face and from underneath her lips I could see sharpened teeth, “Yes, dear. You may go in.”

“Come, Alex,” Bunny motioned for me to follow him through the doors behind Bertha’s desk. I took one last look at her and quickly stepped through the threshold.

Inside was the office of what looked like one possessed by a large oil tycoon’s. Posted on the ruby red walls were various framed pieces of paper that resembled degrees and newspaper articles at first glance. There were chairs and small couches around the room, all of which were the deadliest shade of black I’ve ever seen. In the center of the room there was a large mahogany desk, at which the most attractive woman I’ve ever laid eyes on sat at. She was slim, yet curvaceous like a centerfold and had long, blonde hair swept back into a messy up doo. Her blue eyes had strength behind them and I could not take my eyes away from them.

“Hello, Lucifer. Just getting back from tempting more young men?”

The woman gave out a deep, evil laugh. “Harris, you never fail to know what I’m up to. I guess being Robert’s right hand man has its perks, but then again I already know that from my own personal experience.”

In the blink of an eye, the attractive, young woman was replaced by a large man. His skin was worn and pale, but there was a dark quality to it. His eye had the fire in them Bertha’s had and his grin was just as evil, if not more. His clothes were all black and seemed to be two sizes too big; however, he didn’t seem to care.

“So, Harris, is this another soul you’re giving to me,” I felt his eyes fall upon me, burning into my skin. In fact, a red mark started to form on my left arm, where I’m sure he concentrated his glare.

“Certainly not, Lucifer! We are here for a chat and a chat only!”

Lucifer laughed again. “Well, what is it, good sir, that you wish to know?” he looked at me again. The burn seemed to have temporarily left.

I looked the devil in the eyes and said, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

Without warning the devil appeared to my right; his head mere inches from mine. There was that smell of sulfur and burning flesh again.

“My dear boy,” he licked his lips with a disturbing slurping sound, “you know very well why you sit in my office at this moment.”

“I…I…I don’t,” I began to sob.

“Tisk, tisk, tisk,” he stood up, remaining close to me.

“Harris, my good man, you cannot tell me that this near damned soul knows not why he is in the presence of a great man.”

“Great man?!” Bunny stood up within an instant, anger in his eyes. “A great man you are not!’

“Ha! I am the greatest of all if you have not noticed. Robert is nothing more than a common annoyance that has lied to the human race and His followers. Also, this Book that you all seem to follow is nothing more than garbage! It is full of poorly written fiction and all that believe in it are fools!”

“Never speak of Robert and the Bible in such ways! It is you who is the annoyance, the liar. You have spent your entire existence feeding off of pain and destruction. If you were not already damned I would damn you myself!”

“Strong words coming from a rabbit. Yet, I can do nothing but pity you. You have been lied to and have believed it so much that you fear the truth.”

“It is you that fears the truth, Lucifer!”

“And yet here you are in my office, handing me a soul.”

“Damn you, Lucifer! Just do the will of Robert for once and tell this man about what awaits him after he ends his life.”

“Well, well, well, now we are getting somewhere interesting,” the devil appeared behind his desk again.

He chuckled, “So you feel Robert’s cruel creation has done you wrong and the only way to escape it is to end your own life?”

“Huh?” I looked up again, tears still streaming down my face.

“My son, if one decides to end his own life he ends up in the fiery pits of hell.”

The wall behind the desk melted away and beyond it was a scene of great pain and desperation. People near skeleton frame with thick, gray skin sagging from them dragged around great blocks of a substance I did not know. Everything else about their appearnace, hair, nails, teeth, eyes, was all a sickly shade of yellow. They cried out for the pain to stop, but it fell on deaf ears and their response was a hit from a great whip of fire that was controlled by small, ugly imps stationed around the scene.

“They…they…what?” I stammered.

“Well, people who commit suicide end up in my care for all of eternity to serve me how I please.” Lucifer answered.

I felt a cold shiver go down my spine and my bowels began to empty themselves in my seat.

***

I woke up in my bedroom in sweaty and soiled sheets. Looking around, I was alone. Thinking about my life and all the horrible moments that were and were to come, I turned over to my nightstand and opened the drawer. I pulled out my shotgun and put it to my right temple.

***

It was a snowy, January day that Bunny Harris walked up to the familiar tall, gray building. His eyes were fixed on the ground as he hurried inside. Once there he went straight for the elevator that was waiting open for him. He pushed five and a deep voice said, “Level five, Visiting Lounge.”

Once the elevator sunk down five levels it opened to a cheery room with families visiting sick looking loved ones. Bunny scurried to a table in the far left corner and sat down. Across from him was fragile man who looked near death, at least Bunny would think so if he didn’t know that this man was already dead.

“Hello, Alex. How are you doing?”

The man smiled, “I’m in hell.”

Bunny laughed for the sake of laughing. He didn’t find that funny at all.

“Well, I just…just…wanted to come and tell you something I should have told you the night we met.”

The man got distracted by a fly that was hovering a foot above them. He snatched it out of the air, examined it, and then popped it into his mouth like it was a piece of candy.

“Yeah. What’s that?” he asked, putting his gaze back on Bunny.

“Do you remember when you asked me why it was you were marked as an extreme case?” Bunny stammered, avoiding the man’s eyes.

The man straightened up. This was information he had been waiting for, for a long time.

“Yeah.”

“Well, Robert felt that you were an extreme case because you were a person that he didn’t want to commit suicide.” Bunny was still avoiding the man’s eyes.

“Why’s that?”

“Robert had given you a special job to do on Earth before he called you back to serve him in Heaven.”

“And…what was that job?”

Bunny finally looked the man in the eyes. Tears were streaming down his face so hard that it was hard to say where one tear ended and another began.

“You, Alex, were the man to find the cure for cancer.”

 

Author's Note

Grammar help would be nice. Also, what do you think of the characters & how things play out?