Irene, Celine, and Sarah
“I’m not sure I want to die today,”
“Hmm, well, that is quite a query isn’t it?”
“Yes. Are you being sarcastic?”
“Oh no, I’m very serious. Very.”
“I still can’t tell.”
“So, you want to kick the bucket, flatline, go poof?”
“Yes. Well, not really, I just don’t want to do exactly what I’m doing now, which is—“
“Boring?”
“Yes, but—“
“Millenials. I knew it.”
“No, but I mean, it’s also very emotionally draining and tedious apart from being merely boring!”
“Tedious and boring are the same shebangalang darling.”
“Okay fine. Apart from those three things—“
“Two things, its only two things.”
“I really dislike you at times.”
“Well then why don’t you go kill yourself instead of talking to me now?”
“That’s…terribly harsh. And I’m not sure I will, I just said I want to, and not even that, I just don’t want to go to school every day and fail in the popularity contest that ensues.”
“Oh. Is that what this is about?”
“Possibly. But also because I feel numb inside.”
“Because of….?”
“You know why, Mom tears Dad down, Dad treats mom vilely. The baby hears, I cry, I hit Dad, mom hits me, Dad hates me, I feel alone, and sister is a monster.”
“Gosh. There’s always God, you know.”
“Oh yes, I know.”
“Then?”
“I feel like too much of a scum for him. I cry to him every once and a while, and he always takes me back, but I’ve been getting more and more embarrassed these days. I screw up too often you know.”
“Well. I think you’re right.”
“About?”
“Wanting to die? I mean you’re right in wanting it, but don’t you go off jumping off bridges or bathing with toasters because as they say, ‘it gets better’.”
“Does it really!?”
“Oh yes, it really does.”
“Is that sarcasm again?”
“Oh no. Not at all.”
“Oh come off it! Does it really get better or not? You’ll kick the bucket if I do too, you know so be sincere, please.”
“Oh! You’re right. Okay listen, the only thing you need to worry about is not me, not you, but Sarah.”
“Sarah?”
“Have you forgotten her already? She was hanging around all last week!”
“I told you, I feel too embarrassed to talk to God lately, and Sarah’s the strongest then.”
“Well, bring Sarah back, and keep her here for a while, until she fits the…”
“What? You just stopped talking,--what is it?”
“Keep her around until she fits the mold! That’s it! She’ll mold into you just like I did! Gosh, this is bloody fantastic, I just solved all of our problems!”
“Last time Sarah was here she said my house was getting too dirty. Her asthma acted up and she had to excuse herself.”
“Well then clean up a bit? You might enjoy not seeing congealed blood on your sheets from your last period too, who knows.”
“Hmm, yes, you do have a point about that.”
“Is that it, then? Shall I be going?”
“If you must. Thanks a bunch for the chat Irene. I do like you quite a bit.”
“The feeling is mutual, Celine. I’ll be visiting more often I hope. It seems like you need me. I’ll try to bring Sarah too. Cheerio!”
“Goodbye.”