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Prompt: Choke Yourself to Sleep
He couldn't give anymore, he couldn't give anything anymore. There is nothing left to give.
Nothing.
He took in his sister's child, it was all he could do. He wasn't as close to his sister as most people would be to their siblings.
That is his second deepest regret.
Once she was gone, he realized how much more memories he was supposed to make, have with her. Now they were just filled with him and her tombstone.
So he took in her child, it was the least he could do, for her. To protect him, provide.
His biggest regret, he couldn't do that anymore. He can't provide for him anymore.
That's his biggest regret.
He truly was the worst, wasn't he? If he died then at least his nephew would be put into a better family. Better than him.
He walked to the washroom and pocketed a notepad and pen on the way, the least he could do is not leave a mess.
His nephew was still at school after all.
He closed the bathroom door and flipped to a blank page, jotting down what he needed to say to his sister's son and his will.
My dear, Michaelis,
You're uncle Tomathy will be asleep for a long time, please don't fret I̶'̶m̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶t̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶t̶e̶a̶r̶s̶ .
Please remember to work hard, finish your homework buddy! I'm sorry I can't help you but I give you permission to use my phone for help. Say, if you finish your work, I'll let you keep it, as a̶ l̶a̶s̶t̶ an early birthday present from Tommy, 'Kay?
G̶e̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶ ̶e̶d̶u̶c̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶,̶ ̶a̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶d̶ ̶j̶o̶b̶.̶ ̶P̶l̶e̶a̶s̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶e̶n̶d̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶P̶l̶e̶a̶s̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶e̶n̶d̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶P̶l̶e̶a̶s̶e̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶e̶n̶d̶ ̶u̶p̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶P̶l̶e̶a̶s̶
Stay strong kiddo. Be your own #1 supporter.
Your 2nd strongest
supporter, Uncle Tomathy.
P.S. after reading this, can you call a number on your Uncle's phone and tell them this; "Uncle Tommy, committed suicide (soo-eh-side)." Okay? Call "911"
Thank you, gemstone.
Hopefully Michealis wouldn't notice the tear stains on the letter, it will make Uncle look like a crybaby.
W̶h̶i̶c̶h̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶
He stepped into the tub, pulling out a palm-sized pocket knife.
This way, he could die a slow and painful death, just like he deserved. He raised the blade against his adam's apple.
If he slit his throat deep but not shallow enough, he'll slowly die by choking on his blood. And so, he laid down face towards the ceiling as he dragged the knife across his neck.
Uncle Tomathy will make new memories with his sister, he'll rest with her.