Chapter 3- The Voice

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Running home hadn't helped his heart slow down at all; in fact it had done just the opposite. His usual calm demeanor was nowhere to be seen, and his face felt like it was on fire. There was this giant mess of anger in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't seem to get rid of, no matter how hard he tried.

The 'Happy Birthday' chant in the cafeteria had reminded Vince of his mother and all the horrible things she had to go through before she died. His heart had started to beat at uncanny pace and at first, he had thought that he was experiencing anxiety or nervousness. 

Right as Jake and the rest of the school were about to finish the last line of the song, he couldn't take it any more. "Shut the fuck up!" he had yelled, smashing his hand not on, but through, the table. 

If Vince had been in his right mind, he would have been utterly astonished. While he wasn't a weak kid, he definitely was not strong enough to smash through the plywood table.

The whole cafeteria was in complete silence. Some of the freshman girls looked like they were about to cry, and almost everyone had stopped mid sentence which left them all with their mouths hanging open. 

"Yo, what the fuck Vin-"

"Shut up, Jake," said Becca with a pained expression on her face.

Vince felt no remorse for his actions and immediately grabbed his things and left, all the while leaving the cafeteria in silence. As he walked out the door, the female vice principle hurried after him.

"Vincent, where do you think you're going?! Especially after that mess you made. Get back here immediately!" Said the vice principle, obviously flustered.

Without saying anything, Vince turned around and gave her a stare full of anger. Projecting his emotions onto the woman, his sharp, blue eyes seemed to pierce into her soul.

The poor, fragile woman buckled under the pressure after a couple seconds and fell to her knees with a confused look. Merely glancing over her with a look of contempt, Vince ran back to his house, still just as angry as before.

Vince, finally making it back to his house, started to break down. At first, he was only angry. Hitting the ground, hitting the walls, banging his head against the door. Tears streamed down his face not because of sadness, but because of the frustration he felt.

Frustration towards everything and every one. "Why do I have to go through so much pain and suffering?" he asked himself. 

First the heart tumor, now the death of his mother. He'd been trying to remain strong, but all the anger and resentment had been building up inside of him since the day his mother died.

Vince wasn't sure if their was a "higher power" or a "creator," however he knew that if there was, such a being was someone he absolutely despised. That person had the power to make his life even a little bit less painful, and instead, as if spitting on his face, his mother was killed in front of him.

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Anger poured out of Vince until there was no more anger left. There was an empty void in his heart where the anger left, and what filled it's place was sadness.

He was tired. Tired of living a life filled with pain and sadness. Even if there was no 'heaven,' or reincarnation, in Vince's mind, anything was better than the pain and sadness he was feeling right now.

Walking into his dad's garage, the place was messy. Boxes lay disfigured in the corner, worn climbing ropes were coiled on top of shelves. Vince walked over to one of the drawers and grabbed some of the climbing rope.

Inspecting it for worn spots that might result in a snapping of the rope, Vince cut a 4 foot long piece off and climbed on top of the desk. Reaching above him, Vince tied one end of the rope to the rafter above him, and on the other end he began to tie a noose.

"Wrap it around once and put the rope through. Next, follow your original not through again. This climbing not will only get tighter if you fall on it, so you can be sure that you're safe," he remembered his fathers advice on tying a double eight not.

"Thanks dad," he said to himself and quietly chuckled through his stream of tears as he remembered a bit of the past.

When his mom got sick, Vince was petrified. "How will I live without my mom? No, mom is going to live... she has to. If she dies I'd kill myself," he thought over and over again. When his mom finally died, he'd thought about ending it then and there, but he was too weak.

He didn't have the resolve to end his puny, small existence. He couldn't commit suicide because it was too scary. That would be the end of me? What if no one cares that I'm even gone? These thoughts raced through his head the first time he thought about giving up on life.

Now, however, he had resolve. The chanting in the lunch room had brought back memories that plagued him with sadness. 

Slipping his head into the noose, Vincent felt the stray threads of the rope digging into his neck. Looking around one last time, Vincent tightened the noose around his neck.

"Mom, I love you and I hope I can be with you again. Dad, I'm sorry for leaving you alone," Vince managed to push out in between sobs.

Finally, Vince closed his eyes and slowly stuck his left foot out into the air.

"Hello my child."

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Anyone who is reading, thank you :). I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. I'd also like to thank my girlfriend, Devin, for proofreading my chapters and helping me out. I'm planning on getting the next chapter out tomorrow or maybe even tonight! Thanks again!