Free Assisted Suicide by Adam Moon Page B

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multiple suicides, but you stayed and you forced me to take the
journey with you. Well, I'm getting off the Brett train now. I have
saved your life for the last time. That's right, you're not dead. I
staved the blood loss when I found you in the bathroom. But my mind
cracked. I'd had enough of your crap. You were barely hanging on
when the paramedics arrived. The other nurses and doctors had no
pity left to offer me anymore. Then I had an idea. Why not simulate
your funeral so you would know just how devastating your suicide
would be to your loved ones. I administered a paralytic and a
cocktail of drugs, and with the help of a couple of close friends,
you were officially pronounced dead."
    Brett's heart leapt for joy. He was horrified
that Sarah would resort to such drastic measures, but he was alive
and well. Maybe he'd give life one last shot?
    Sarah finished with, "I'm not your Florence
Nightingale anymore. Goodbye Brett," and then she stepped away from
his casket.
    He heard her muffled voice speaking with
someone at the other end of the room.
    What the fuck was she up to? She'd made her
point. He would give life another try because she'd saved him.
She'd shown him the damage his suicide did to others and although
he knew it was far too harsh a punishment, he appreciated it. He
was a changed man.
    He heard the doors to the funeral home open
and then close and he knew she was gone.
    He wondered how long the paralytic in his
bloodstream would last. He wondered what his mom and his brothers
would say when he showed up for Christmas dinner and said,
"Surprise!"
    The old man came into view. He looked exactly
as Brett had envisioned. He was hatchet faced and grim looking.
    The old man said, "You've hurt that fine
young lady for the last time. The ovens should be hot enough now.
It's time to make your suicide official."
    As the old man wheeled his body out of the
room Brett thought, well this is turning out to be a weird
intervention.