LuckyYouStory

Lucky You
Elizabeth Melo
September 13, 2003

    Listening to Hurt by Johny Cash as I'm sitting in my room thinking about how much I hate this place. How much I hate the people in this world. How could she do this to me? Every time something amazing happens in my life, she always steals it away. Are we running away? Am I?

     It's almst 2 am on a Wednesday night, cold as hell outside. I got in my car and started driving around because of all the rage I have inside of me, she's pissed me off so much. I start thinking again, it's not the fact that I hate everyone. I just hate her. She can die for all I care. I finally decide to stop my car on a dirt road about one hour outside of town. I silently stare at the glove compartment, pissed as ever. Slowly reaching for the compartment and opening it, my eyes tear up again. Not really angry anymore, more towards depressed. Looking at the black object inside, starting to shake violently, staring at it blankly, I grab it. "You can do this. No one really cares about you, just get it over and done with." I whispered to myself.

     Looking at the object with very little fear. I grab my cell phone and decide what friend to call, since most of them backstabbed me. Maybe I shoudn't call anyone and just get it over and done with. I dial the number anyways, real slow, debating if I should just do it, or hang up. I took the cd out of the stereo and replaced it with Drown by Limp Bizkit. I finish dialing her number and hesitiate to press send. I look in the rearview mirror and see a pathetic person, that doesn't deserve to be here. Should I call her? Yes, maybe I should. Could this friend of mine save me from doing the most selfish thing anyone could ever do?

I start to cry again because I can't take all this frustration at this point. I finally press send. Breathing deeply, it rings once, twice, and three times. If she doesn't pick up on the forth, I'm just giving up. "Hello."

"Umm, hey, are you busy right now?" I ask, in a very low voice, while crying and trying to be calm.

"No, why? What's wrong, are you ok?"

"Yes, I mean no. No, I'm not ok. I can't take this shit anymore, I'm on the edge."

"What happened? Take to me Cloe!"

"No, it doesnt matter anymore. No one gives a fuck. It's over." I yell out.

"Cloe, I'm here for you, tell me where you are and I'll come be with you."

I get sick of the song that's playing and decide to put in Lucky You by the Deftones. I'm so upset at that point that I get out of my car and slam the door behind me. "Cloe, what are you doing?"

"Just stepping out of the car, I need to breathe."

"Tell me where you are." She demanded.

"I can't."

She says calmly, "Please."

"Somewhere outside of town, like an hour or so."

"Ok, I'm on my way, stay on the phone with me."

I hear her start her car, I guess she really does care. but could she make it in time? It goes silent for a couple minutes, maybe that's because I went into my own world again. Just like I always do. She yells at me, "Cloe, are you still there?"

I didn't answer at first then she yelled at me again. "Yeah! I'm still here, unfortunately." I mumbled towards the end.

"Ok, I'm on my way."

After telling her where I was, she stayed on the phone with me the whole time and tried to keep my mind off things. During the time I was waiting, I was playing with the black object. Putting it up to my head, thinking if that would be the best way. Or right in the mouth, that would be a little gross, but would work. Can't decide to many ways. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I scream out.

"Cloe, oh my god. What's going on? Fuck!"

"Nothing, everything is fine."

Meanwhile, it wasn't. I just wanted to get it over and done with. Why am I hesitating? As some time went by I see a light coming towards me. She's here, only took her 45 minutes. I'm standing in front of my car starring blankly at her. She sees what I have in my hand, and steps out of the car slowly and carefully. "Cloe, give me the gun!"

"No, I can't!"

She's walking towards me and says, "Please, don't do this."

"It's too late. Don't come any closer. Don't try and stop me." She keeps on proceeding towards me, slowly. I point the gun at her.

"Don't move, just stay right there."

"Please, don't! Stop! We can fix this."

"No, I can't take it. Everything is going downhill. I'm losing everything, slowly but surely. You don't understand. I'm pointing this gun at you, and I can't put it down. There's only one bullet in it and it was meant for someone. That someone is me. No one loves me, what's the piont of being here."

She starts to walk towards me again, only about 15 feet between us. I yelled at her to stop, but never listened. I took the gun and raised it to my head, and yelled, "Stop! or I'll pull this trigger. I mean it." She then stopped. And asked me again to put it down. "I just can't. Someone has to use this bullet."

My hand is shaking, violently. She sees that I am about to pull the trigger. She feels the pain I'm going through. Shes right there with me, inside. "Cloe, I know what you're going through, we can get through this all. Clo, I love you. Please..."

And those were the last words that I heard her say before I pulled the fucking trigger. She then heard the song I had on playing in the car, it went silent. It was the same song when she was on the phone. She knew the song.... Lucky You.