Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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QUICKLY GETTING DRESSED, A STILL WET ALLISON TURNS TO LYDIA SHOCKED.
"One hundred and ninety-eight?"
"Yes. And if we're talking forty years, on average that's only about four point nine five a year, which is sort of expected. But commemorating it with a framed number? Who does that? Who?"
Allison frowns, "All suicides?"
"Yes. Hanging, throat cutting, pill popping, both barrels of a shotgun in the mouth suicides. And I don't know about you but--"
She stops.
Then cocks her head slightly to listen, "Did you hear that?"
Allison shakes her head staring at her friend in confusion, "Hear what?"
Lydia peers up to an air vent on the wall above the headboard. She climbs up onto the bed, stepping across it to get closer.
"Lydia?"
She waves a hand at Allison, quieting her. Then leans in, distinctly hearing a voice coming through from the neighboring room.
'Which one do you want?
'I don't know. The smaller one I guess.'
Fixated on the vent, Lydia inches closer as the voices gradually become clearer.
'It's okay, smaller is better. Less kick. I'll chamber the round.'
The unmistakable sound of a bullet slotting into the chamber of a handgun echoes through the vent.
'All right, so--'
'Wait, wait. When do I-- I mean do you count?'
'Yeah, I'll count to three.'
'So after three or on three?'
'You tell me.'
'One, two... then pull the trigger.'
Eyes widening, Lydia takes a step back on the bed.
'Ready? Okay... I love you.'
'I love you too.'
Lydia stands staring in shock, "Oh my God--"
'One, two...'
Gun shots blast through the vent, sending Lydia staggering off the bed, hands to her mouth.
"What is it? Lydia, what happened?"
"You didn't hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"They shot each other. Two people in the other room-- they just shot each other."
Bursting through the door, Lydia hurries to the next room. As Allison catches up behind her, she tries the knob. The door swings open and Lydia fumbles for the light switch but it clicks uselessly under her finger.
