Suicide Spotlight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story about a man who is contemplating suicide but on the night that he is going to do it witnesses a murder and decides to track down the criminal in order to catch him himself and be seen as a hero.

Submitted: December 03, 2013

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It was a cold winter night. The snow had just started to fall, and nights were getting longer and longer. It was only 4:30 p.m. when the sun decided to set. Of course, night time was the only thing that I looked forward to throughout the day. I look forward to it because it is when HE decides to come out. By “HE” I mean the man that had been murdering unsuspecting people every day. Why do I look forward to this man coming out and brutally murdering innocent people you ask? Because I follow him. That’s right, I know who he is and where he lives. Pretty stereotypical serial killer if you ask me, I’m surprised they haven’t caught him yet. I follow him every night, and watch him seek out his victim. I have been doing it for so long now that I am actually starting to feel some kind of weird connection to the guy. It’s like I can read his mind and tell ahead of time who he is going to kill tonight. By now you’re probably wondering why I don’t just turn him in. Well, around when all this started I had hit a low point in my life. I was working a dead-end job, I had no friends, and my parents didn’t even care about me. They were too busy showering my old brother with praise while I struggled to make ends meet. After months of waking up, going to work, coming home, eating dinner alone and then getting ready to do it all over again, I finally decided that I had had enough. I was going to end it. Kill myself, that is. What’s the point? I’m living this miserable life that’s going nowhere. If I don’t end it now then what? Go through this for the next 50-60 years of my life? Fuck that. Why waste time, I figured I’d just get it over with. I had it all planned out. I was going to make a big spectacle of myself. My plan was to head over to the nearby park and hang myself from one of the trees. Then leave a suicide note, of course, because how could I forget that? What would a suicide even be without a suicide note? So I brought all my “supplies” to the park and prepared to do the deed. I had climbed a nice tall tree in the center of the park to make sure that I would not go unnoticed. As I sat atop the tree branch, trying to tie the god damn noose correctly, I heard a scream. I stopped what I was doing and scanned the park for the source. It was dark out and the lights around the park were not doing a very good job, but as I stared out into the distance I noticed two figures that looked to be struggling with one another. Great…someone’s getting murdered on the night that I’m going to kill myself. Who the hell is going to care about me when this shit is all over the news? Well not on my watch. I am not going to sit by and let these two people steal my spotlight. I climbed down from the tree and ran over two the two people with the intention of stopping the murder. As I got closer the screens became muffled. I quickened my pace but was apparently not quick enough. As I came upon where the figures were I heard only silence. I remained out of sight from the person that was standing up; I was close enough now that I could make out every little detail of him. I looked down and saw the woman’s neck had been sliced open. God dammit…well I can’t kill myself now! Frustrated I began to hatch a new plan. This woman’s murder is going to be all over the news, and I have seen the killer! I bet I could give them a pretty accurate description that would lead to his arrest. But that still wouldn’t solve my problems. I needed to do something better than that. I needed to stop this man myself and be seen as a hero. Yeah, then my parents would talk about me instead of my brother and I would probably be able to find a better job as well. That night, I followed that man home, and have been following him ever since, learning everything about him, and perfecting how I was going to take him out.


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