Escalators by Danielle Tara Evans

Author:Danielle Tara Evans [Evans, Danielle Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781477219775
Publisher: Author Solutions Inc.
Published: 2012-06-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Tonight was the night. His apartment was clean, and he even had stuff packed away in boxes. It was amazing how much crap people accumulate over the years. He threw a lot of shit away—old receipts, bills, and countless other unnecessary items that he wasn’t sure why he kept. He had just gotten into another fight with his sister the other night over something stupid, although they made up so he was glad about that. He didn’t want his sister to feel badly about their last encounter together.

He had plenty of money in his bank account to cover funeral expenses. After debating about a million times over what he would say, he decided not to leave a note. But he did tell his sister he loved her before he got off the phone with her. She already knew he wanted to be cremated when he died, and he didn’t bother to write up a will since she was his only living next of kin. He knew everything would go to her anyway.

His driver’s license clearly stated he was an organ donor, so if nothing else, he could at least be a hero in death. By killing himself, maybe he could save a few more lives, lives of people who actually matter.

He had purchased a cheap health insurance policy awhile back, so he went over everything to make sure it would cover hospital expenses in case he ended up there instead of on the other side. All was well. He was ready.

He made the decision at work. He had been planning for awhile but wasn’t entirely sure when the plan would be executed. But with how bad his day had been going, he knew for sure that this was the night he wanted to check out. It was a Friday in March. Still cold out, but spring wasn’t far away.

It was another insanely busy night at work. They ran out of ribeye steaks and shrimp, so of course it was his fault and everyone was pissed off at him. Even Lydia, although not directly. She had walked back into the kitchen, and Nancy had said to “eighty-six the ribeye”, meaning they were out of it.

Lydia looked upset and said, “Are you serious?” She apparently was about ready to put an order in for a ribeye, so now she had to turn back around and let her customer know they didn’t have it. But when it came down to it, she was not blaming him for it or treating him like shit for it. He just knew she was irritated by it as everyone else was.

Barry reamed Jason out for not telling him to order more. But the last time he told him he should order a lot, Barry shot him down, saying it was too much. So now of course it was not enough. You could never win. And as much as tonight sucked, he knew that tomorrow would be even worse because Saturdays always were.

And he couldn’t stand the thought of being here tomorrow.

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