July 5, 2015

As I walked into the room, I asked the person next to me what I had missed for I was really tired the previous class. I got no response. I sat down in the front row of the classroom as everyone was handed out a piece of paper. On the upper half of the paper, a box was drawn and above it the directions: “What are some things you can do to help someone who is feeling suicidal?” My mind was hazy so I scribbled some words within the box without any particular form or order. I was writing using different color pencils and even started stitching messages onto bits of cloth to put into the printed rectangle.

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My brother and I were running on an empty highway through a sparsely populated desert area. The road behind us lit into flames as we ran on the gasoline coated road. We suddenly turned to the left and stopped for a moment. When someone started to charge at us, we went back to the main road with the fire still chasing us. As we ran, my brother commented on how all of the “turf” he had accumulated before the fire no longer mattered. They were highlighted in a neon green.

After a while we stopped as we reached an open lot. An empty car was in front of us and a timer on top of it displayed “99″. “I guess now is the time to take out the business card”, my brother said.