Happy Ending☠️💀☠️ (A suicide story)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

(I mean I’m not suicidal cos some of you will storm my DMs with worry. I’m fine. I promised .)

Music is supposedly the healer of all hurt. The medicine of all aches. A soothing balm to a scalding skin. This was her thought when she connected her phone to the home theatre system in her house and turned the volume to one where her thoughts would be drowned out. She had no particular song in mind so she selected the shuffle icon and it seemed like the world was mocking her because the first song that came on was one that summarised her life to a great extent.

She listened to the notes of the song “happy ending” by one of her all time favourite artistes. Ajebutter crooned of a girl that was so used to the heartbreak lifestyle. One used to the meaningless flings but had to act like she did not want want anything serious though she craved for that kind of love that would clean her dirty slate, wipe all her tears, make all her scars heal and her heart whole again.

Wistfully, she let the song take her to a place she tried to not visit regularly. Another day, another hurt. This last heartbreak seemed to be the worst. With the pressure from her friends and family, she wasn’t sure how she was going to continue living. If only she stayed home that day, she thought. Her life would have been a whole lot better than it was right now.

She met him during one of her club tours with a few of her clubbing friends and despite her better judgement, she followed him home. The mood was right besides she had not gotten some in a while. He was the typical Lagos big boy. Flashy car with an even flashier lifestyle. Too much of the light blinded her and she chose to ignore the visible signs of all not being well. The constant loans that never got paid back. The evasive attitude when she asked personal questions. The refusal to meet her friends or family or introduction to his. The constant medication that he claimed was for wellness as he was getting older. Rather than feel alarmed and probe further, she felt wanton and sexy. She was happy that finally, someone was scared to lose her and did not want their relationship to get destroyed by external forces. She laughed maniacally. “Destroyed indeed” she mused.

She had always graduated top of her class. Every teacher that ever came her way loved her. She was the star student and even the star child. If only she could have utilised her so called brilliance when it mattered. She had loaned him her entire life savings for a business deal he needed to secure. Now she was in debt, pregnant and infected with the human immunodeficiency virus. To top that, she knew not of his whereabouts neither did she know any of his friends like he intended.

Her phone rang cutting off the music that she had long since kept on repeat. Her mother was calling again. Probably to invite her on another crusade for singles. Her mother never failed to tell her that she had had three children in primary school when she was her age. All her mother wanted was a married daughter. Whether happy or not, she did not care. “Just get married first” was her mother’s mantra whenever the topic of happiness was broached. How would she face her mother to tell her that she was pregnant outside wedlock with no knowledge of the father’s whereabouts and she had also been infected with HIV. “I’d rather die than do that” she thought.

Like a robot with programmed steps, she stood up, went to her store where she kept the remaining paint thinner she used while redecorating her house a few months earlier. She made a mixture of brandy with it and even proceeded to add a few ice cubes. “If you want to kill yourself, do it. Which one is the cocktail you are making?” she thought out loud. Still with the robotic steps, she took a large gulp of the mixture, winced at the sharp taste then quickly downed the rest.

She was not going to bother with a note. Instead, she paused the song. “The title should explain everything they need to know” she said while smiling. She sent a message to her mother inviting her over later that evening and for this, she unlocked her door. For the first time in a long time, she truly was happy and started twirling. When the first pang of pain hit her, she could not seem to take enough oxygen into her lungs. She decided to not fight it and rather fell to the floor welcoming the darkness with her contorted face.

She died smiling.

P.S: I know some of you will complain about seeing it before. Well this is an updated version. Thank you for reading again.