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Chapter 6

Damien was obsessed. Really obsessed. Even one hundred of furious drug dealers with guns behind his door, wouldn’t make him so depressed. “What for fuck sake she meant saying this?”. “Stop lying to yourself, Damien. We both know what she thinks. The “king and the cause” thing. Live with it or die with it. He was quite clear from the beginning. It was You, who were always running from the truth.”
“Do it, Damien, although it is scary we both know it’s the only solution. As long as you came so far, take your last step like a man.”
Damien breathe in.”Ok lets do it. No more misery. No more spoilt lives . No more steal. No more fear. No more obsession. No more sin. Second Chance. No more dirt.”



Chapter N
4.15 Something is pushing on my mind, and veins are asking for a knife. But still cutting veins? No way! I always hated this emo stuff and it is way painful and long death. So how? How the fuck I will manage to do this shit?! Drowning? – fuck this shit, I was always afraid of open water, and it’s kind of cold to jump in the river. Drinking shampoo? No , useless, it will not kill me. Oh, there is a choice: barbiturates overdose with two shots of whiskey and a plastic bag on my head. Fuck it, they always made me want to shit. Hanging? No way I gonna make a knot. Write “White Power” on my t-shirt and go to Harlem? No to cowardly to do it and though I never liked those stupid Nazis. Oh that’s it! Jumping from the roof. I thought many times of doing this. Height Yeah many people “fall” from the windows in our desperate times. The only interesting way. Step. Wind. Ground. Feel the ground with your brain. Wait Damien, the last part never was part of your dreams .Decided. But before I need to meet her. Hug her the last time. And ask not to go with me this final time. Great let’s do it.
-Hi! How are you? Yeah Jah helps us. Are you free at 7pm? Great, lets meet close to the Empire State building. Yep great, see you.

5. 15.One last dose. That’s it…

Oh Fuck! It’s already 6.15, shit! Ok my where the fuck is my old tuxedo. Looking good at least the last moments. Perfect, I wish I worn it more in my previous life. Well, he smiled, too late to think about it.

6.45. “Need to buy her flowers. At least this last moment try to be a man Damien, try to do it right.”

7.00 Hi, really nice to see you this la…tonight. You look beautiful. Can you do me a favor? If something happens with me just write a story about me, so people won’t forget Me, The One who gave us the second chance, ok? Thank you. No, for real, I appreciate this. Ok sorry to, hmm , leave you I’ve some important stuff to do. He hugged her for the last time.

7.30 God! How beautiful the city is when it starts to sleep. Wow, never had a time to think about it, but it is really romantic. Fuck, it is so romantic! The sound of the street and the wind. He wishes he could he could have sex with her now, take off her pants, then his, rip off her underwear with his teeth. Wild sex like if it was their last sex. Well it had to be the last sex in his life.
Stop dreaming, start something. Last cigarette. Fire. Inhale . One step from the eternal nothing. Too far, too close. Never meant to be so pathetic. Jump. Stretching out arms. In several moments the strong force of the upcoming wind blew the cigarette from his mouth. “Fucked again …” he thought. Few moments after he crashed like a giant meat bomb. He killed 2 guys standing close to the building. A dealer and a guy who wanted to try something for the first time in his life. Be cool. Be free. Fuck this stupid ideals, in the end… in the end you just want to be clean, clean and pacify. And one more time you want to find freedom. Same as Damien many years ago. God, this life is nothing but a spiral, it ends and starts the same. “Always wanted to break something big” he smiled.

She finished the last paragraph. Cigarette. Inhale. Smoke. No more drugs. 9 months since he died. Funerals? She was there alone. No one came to say the last thank you. They started to realize that he was important many months afterwards. They got the link between the Crackman death and their second chance Some flowers appeared on his grave. But before it was just her speaking with wind. Suddenly she hears parts of the news radio: “…the problem of drug addiction have felled enormously for the last nine months. Government endorses the drug policy for almost reducing drug problem.” “Almost.” She thought. “There always gonna be lost souls. Just don’t give up. But He tried. He tried and succeeded. They got their second chance. Huh. Rest in Peace. You have done that. I bet it was fun, wasn’t it Damie?” She saw a bird passing by in the sky and smiled.



самая любимая часть. Хотле сделать философскую получилась шибко патетичненько но пофигу. Еще одна маленькая деталь - по мне есть неоправданные матюки. Но исправлять - лееень!

this whole consists referenses( not stolen ideas!!!) to Welsh,Palanic,several comic books and the story of Gilgamesh.
друг уехал,грустна как то, за то после него осталось куча вегетерианской еды =) не наю теперь че из этого есть то можно =)))

а еще если не сложно прочитавшим сделайте разбор полетов каждой части

"Из всего, что я потерял, мне больше всего не хватает мозгов" - Ozzy Osbourne