Second-Chance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Commiting suicide is not a good solution. Or is it?

Submitted: August 04, 2009

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Submitted: August 04, 2009

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Her foot slipped and she began to fall. Only 1,000 feet down. 1,000 feet down the top of the cliff. This is what she wanted, right? To die? But why? The thought seemed crazy now that she was actually pursuing it.
Of course Kate Williams was going to die today; there was no doubt about it. Tall, 27 year old, soft brown haired and hazel eyed Kate was going to die today.
It was noon in the summertime.
Kate was told that before people die, their life flashes before their eyes, and Kate knew that was happening to her as she fell.
As her hair whipped across her face, as she screamed a blood-curdling scream, and as the noon sun shined down on her back, the first memory came.
She was five. It was the first day of kindergarten. Kate could see her mom handing her a Barbie backpack and matching lunch pale. Then there was a bright flash. The camera.
“Mommy! I’m gonna be late!” Kate’s high-pitched voice said.
“I know sweetie. But this is a very big day! You’re going to remember it for the rest of your life. Go ahead. Get in the car,” a comforting voice, Kate’s mother, explained.
Little Kate ran to the car as fast as her pudgy little legs could. She couldn’t wait to get to school.
Next, she was eight years old now and visiting her grandma in California. Her mom, dad, grandma, and her were at the beach. Grandma was convincing Mom to join her bingo team, and dad was helping Kate build sand castles. Kate and her dad ran to the edge of the water and scooped up a bucket full of the salty ocean sea. They ran back, careful not to be clobbered by the water, yet they were too slow and the next wave crashed at their feet.
The two ran back to Kate’s grandma and mom, laughing the whole way. Kate began filling her bright pink bucket with shovels of sand.
“We’re going to make the biggest sand castle ever!” Kate said, excitedly.
“Anything is possible,” Her dad responded with a smile.
Kate was a lot like her dad. Tall and athletic. Smart and kind. Determined. They even had the same hazel eyes.
And then her dad’s face faded away.
Replacing the face, Kate could see her ten-year-old-self sitting at the mahogany kitchen table, nervously finishing her homework. She was waiting for her parents to come home from the hospital with her new baby sister, Brooke.
All of a sudden, there were three knocks at the door. Kate sprinted, always the best runner in her class. Surprisingly, she could look through the peephole without using her “tippy toes”. There they were. Kate yanked the door open, and immediately her eyes fell upon the tiny, pink bundle her mother was holding.
Kate instantly felt the instinct to protect this beautiful baby girl. From then on, Kate wanted to be the best big sister ever.
Finally she stopped screaming. There was no need to scream. Her throat was throbbing now. She didn’t care. It would all be over soon. But still, Kate wondered if committing suicide was the best decision.
Then the next memory shot through her brain. It was Christmas Eve. Fifteen-year-old Kate was walking home from her last minute Christmas shopping. As Kate trotted through the snowy woods of New York, she swore she could see Bobby Burns in the distance. He was walking her way. But since Kate wasn’t popular, Bobby would never ask her out.
There was a fat tree root in the ground and Kate didn’t notice it. She was too busy trying to figure out if the love of her life was coming towards her or not.
Plunk.
“Whoa!”
Crash.
“Ooooh.”
She had tripped over the dang root.
“Kate? Kate!” The handsome voice shouted her name. She liked the way he said Kate. And then Bobby knelt beside her.
“Are you okay?” he wondered aloud, as Kate gazed into his crystal-blue eyes.
Kate nodded, unable to speak. Bobby held out a hand.
“Here, let me help you up,” he offered.
Kate grabbed his hand, and sparks flew up her arm.
“Thanks,” Kate said, once she was up.
“No problem,” he replied. “Well I guess I’ll see you at school.”
“See ya’,” Kate blushed.
And then he was gone.
Now she wished she had never fallen off the cliff.
The next memory was high-school graduation. It was a very hot day, and the sun shined brightly. All the graduates sat in wooden chairs on the school’s soccer field. It was a pretty cheap set-up.
Today was the day that Kate became an adult. Oh all the dreams she had. She wanted to go to medical school and become the best surgeon ever. She really wanted to save lives. Then she would start a family. She also wanted to adopt a few dogs.
Kate sat anxiously waiting for her name with the other graduates as the sun’s rays became more intense. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead. Her heart pumped as fast as a humming bird’s wings.
“Kate Williams,” a voice announced. Kate got up and accepted her diploma with shaky legs. She gave a handshake and a smile, and then walked off.
But she wasn’t paying attention, and as she took three steps, she stepped on her long, black robe and fell flat on her face. The whole audience laughed wildly. She quickly got up, brushed herself off, and walked away. She was careful this time, and picked up her robe.
“That had to be the most humiliating moment of my life,” Kate thought, getting closer and closer to the ground.
Something surprising happened. As she fell, she began to laugh. She was about to die, and she was laughing. That was how strange Kate Williams was.
However, the next memory made her stop laughing.
“Mom what happened to Uncle George?” Kate asked as she visited her mother on Thanksgiving from med school. They were cleaning up the dishes left from the huge feast, and ever since Kate got to her Mother’s house she wondered where her mom’s brother, George was.
Uncle George always made Thanksgiving the best.
“I wasn’t going to tell you this until later, sweetie,” Her mom slowly began. “This may be of some surprise to you. Heck, it was to the whole family.”
“Just tell me mom,” Kate knew something bad was coming.
Kate’s mom began to cry.
“He’s gone!” she sobbed.
“What do you mean by that?” Kate asked cautiously.
“He passed away! He committed suicide!” Her mother choked out the words.
Kate froze. Why would someone want to commit suicide? She thought. Especially Uncle George. He seemed so happy when I last saw him! Kate started to cry and hugged her mom.
“He lost his job. He had nothing!” her mom explained.
Kate couldn’t believe someone would just give up like that. Until she realized what she was doing to herself now.
Memory after memory filled her head. Then finally, the last memory came. She could see her boss’s face telling her she had lost her job as a surgical resident. She loved her job though! Now it was gone. How would she make money? In this economy, how could she get a job? There was no hope.
After getting fired, she went straight to the cliff. She had made up her mind in a matter of minutes. She was going to kill herself.
The memories stopped. Her mind went blank. The ground got closer. It became bigger and bigger. She braced herself for the crash. What a stupid decision she made. Only three seconds left.
1…
2…
“AHHHH!” Kate screamed as she jumped out of bed.
It was two o’clock in the morning.
Kate touched around to make sure everything was real. She felt her bedspread, her pillow, and then her face. She was alive.
The whole thing was a dream.
Kate couldn’t believe it. She had gotten a second chance.
The dream told her that she had a great life ahead of her and there was hope.
After losing her job, she thought about committing suicide. In fact, she told herself she was going to do it the next day.
But this dream changed her mind. She didn’t want to miss out on all the adventures in life. She did have some pretty great memories. Plus, there was no way she could have committed suicide like her Uncle George did. She didn’t want to make the same mistake as him.
Kate smiled, she was relieved. There is always hope, she thought, as she went back to sleep.


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