The place beyond depression, in the moments before suicide,
is numbness. Not fear, not even sadness, just... a blank, like
the emotion within you is already dead and waits for the rest
of you to catch up. Few things can break through that
Certainly not reason and logic.
Not even seeing the one you love spread the top half of her
head over the ceiling of the car with a hollow point bullet.
But seeing Carol's one remaining eye swivel in your direction
as she hands you the gun and croaks "your turn"? Yeah, that
Suicidal tendencies assume that nothing is beyond death.
Both tendency and assumption went straight out the window,
along with me.
The road hurts my feet. Screams of rage burst from the car.
Carol always said I couldn't commit. That's my weakness.
Hers, thank God, is being a slow runner.
Then the headlights come on, and the engine roars.