Chapter 6: The End

Chapter Six: The End. (it's just a title)

 (Warning!.. You should not read the chapter if you are under 18.)

 His body swayed with the cold winter wind, his old clothes moved with every faint breeze.

 He had one foot, and that foot was barely perceptible;

 The toes of that foot were dirty and with dead black toenails.

 On his chest was something obvious and immediately attracting attention, a piece of brown cardboard, wrapped over his chest with clear tape.

 It was written on it, "idea This ignorant should another day read every article my." 

 Drops of red blood fell on the stagnant pool of water, changing its color to a deep crimson that smelled of death.

 The sounds of drops of blood danced in gloomy silence.

 "Oh... I don't know who he is but he's hanging in front of me now... just hurry up." A woman's voice was very tense as she was talking on the phone.

 "Ma'am, just calm down...speak slowly so that I can record the communication." One of the policemen replied.

 ...

 I took a deep breath, "Hof!.. well.. I guess I calmed down a bit." She was looking straight at the corpse nervously.

 "Well, speak softly and state the location so I can send you a patrol."

 ".. ah.. I'm near Al Ateeq Street, next to a pedestrian bridge."

 “..good.. now there is a patrol nearby that has been dispatched, can you describe to me what you see?”

 “Um..R.. an old man hanging by his neck with love.” She started vomiting.

 "Madam.. are you.. are you okay?.. madam?"

 She replied in a trembling voice, "Yes.. I'm fine.. only."

 That old homeless was hanged by the neck in the middle of the footbridge, the power cord that tied his neck, so tight that his skin began to rip and blood began to run down his body to his toes.

 His skin was dark blue, and some passersby looked at him while they were filming with their phones without any shame.

 There were children who looked at him with unconscious features so that they had a bad memory that might be accompanied by some disturbing nightmares.

 His wrinkled face, white and gray hair, his dirty clothes, it was as if she wanted to scream nonstop.

 No one knows what was going on in the mind of this man before the suicide and why, was it because of poor living, illness, or perhaps the lack of money even his smell for him?

 He may think that this is a good solution for him, but it is only a temporary deliverance from an imminent agony.

 This world is just a land strewn with weariness, hardship, and sadness. It is not a place for joy, for it is nothing but temporary.

 And these people, in the faces of each of them a story, a story that has engraved in their hearts many reasons to hate the world and other people, they may be strong on the outside but everything has its time, in one moment of great repression, that body may not bear this suffering.

 So the closest solution to him is to end it, believing that this is true.

 Thinking of dying before your time is really selfish.

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 .

 "I don't want to live like this." He was sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the black-striped cook's glass.

 He had put his hands under his feet and held his head between his knees, looking at his private part, wrapped in a sock.

 He was in such a bad mood that he decided not to go to work, he just wanted to sit and do nothing.

 He thought for a moment and then suddenly stood up without warning, moved and reached out his hairy-fingered hand to his pants and put it on.

 For a few seconds he stood without any movement, then began to walk.

 His steps were a little lame because he felt a slight pain in his penis, and he stood in front of a metal door, looking at the poster he had affixed to it that day in order to increase the beauty of the house even a little.

 The poster was of multi-coloured flowers in a green field, the glue holding the poster from falling seemed to deteriorate, revealing slightly the rusty door hidden behind it.

 The door did not have a handle to open it but it did have a lock that was only pulled to open the door.

 Leon pulled the lock from his handle to make a very loud sound, he began to open the door to move without creaking, but a strange sound sounded like a tray on a stone floor.

 Behind the door was a water heater and some green plastic pipes supplying the whole house with water, and there were wires to control everything.

 He extended his hand while looking inside, raised his finger to one of the keys to turn on the heater, then pressed it once...twice until he realized that he was stuck again, he pressed hard until a small red light shone next to the socket.

 Then he went to the bathroom to make sure that the water was hot or not, went towards him and opened the door after turning on the light.

 He looked at the rusty shower and turned on the faucet. The cold water started running down for a few seconds at first, until it got warm after a while and then hot.

 He turned on the other tap, from which the cold water was running, to equalize its temperature.

 He thought he should go back and turn off the generosity since the water was already hot, but he couldn't do it.

 All he did was take off his clothes completely as he looked his pale body in the mirror, a few groans came out of his mouth as he removed the sock wrapped around his penis.

 The wound was very minor and not dangerous at all, but it still hurt him despite that he wanted to take a shower to clean his body of the bad smell of semen.

 He threw his clothes on the ground and went under the water after white smoke covered the place.

 Inside the bathroom was a small window the size of an adult man's palm, and 'Leon' raised his hands as he groped the wall, trying to reach it in order to open it and let some air in.

 After several times of trying, he was able to do so.

 He was standing under the water that fell on his neck, because the water disturbed him when it covered his eyes and made it difficult for him to breathe. From time to time he turned his head back to pour water on him.

 But between those periods, the water collected in his hair was getting cold and cold drops fell on his fingers.

 Suddenly he felt like he wanted to pee, so he did it while standing on his hairy feet.

 Although he felt pain from time to time, he tried to hide it and show strength and completely ignore the pain.

 He had a stupid thought in his head, "What if the heater became short while it was still working? What do you think would the electricity reach me? .. Isn't water a conductor of electricity?"

 This thought frightened his head. After he stared at the floor for a while, he moved, opened the bathroom door, and quickly went to the metal door and turned off the water heater.

 It's 7:00 AM.

 He was transferring some water in a yellow plastic tub to the washing machine in his room.

 He opened the lid, threw the water, put his and his mother's clothes in the washing machine, and went down by the bed to get the laundry detergent.

 He reached out and touched the soft sunlight that was entering through a small hole under the wall.

 That hole was surrounded by a white insulation, and a plastic tube was inserted into it, and that tube was connected to the washing machine so that the dirty washing water would come out.

 "Huh.. I should put another one." He said as he thought about putting in a new insulation.

 Then he smiled.. he deceived himself again and tried to lie again.

 He grabbed his phone and called the owner of the local manufacturer, turning the tip of his black-edged thumb over the tip of his nose in a circular and repetitive fashion.

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 He called..then 45 seconds passed and he didn't answer until he heard, "The number you dialed does not exist at the moment. Call again later." from the autoresponder.

 He looked at his watch and thought, "When one minute passes, I'll call again."

 Called again, and seconds did not pass until he answered.

 "Oh..a.. hello Mr. Aaron." 'Leon' said strangely.

 "Leon!.. it's good that you called. I was worried about you. I said in my head 'Who would take care of your mother if you had an accident' - a happy tone - so is there something stopping you from coming?"

 "Actually.. there were some problems and I just wanted to apologize.. um.. you know not."

 "Hey.. I didn't hear you, the welding sound is annoying, okay, repeat what I said?"

 'Leon' heard some people talking so I thought Mr. Aaron had come out of the factory to talk to him and he said 'I'm sorry I couldn't come, my mother had fallen ill.'

 Aaron replied, "Ha!.. is she okay now?"

 "Approximately"

 "Good.. Listen, if you need anything, call me, consider me your big brother. Another thing I send her my regards is with you."

 "No.. really me, uh.. I just wanted to apologize." Leon said.

 "Don't worry... and if you want a vacation tomorrow, take it too." Then he laughed a little.

 "I'm really thankful and sorry at the same time."

 "You don't have to..just take care of yourself and her. Believe me, losing a mother is not an easy thing." His tone changed.

 Aaron continued, "Okay, the doors won't make themselves, I'm going now, do you need anything else?"

 Leon replied, "Thank you."

 "Then.. bye and don't forget if you need something call me."

 "I really thank you," said Leon.

 His finger was on the shutdown button from the middle of the call to the end, and when Aaron finished, he quickly closed the call.

 He put the phone on the charger and went to the bathroom, hearing the sound of water hitting the floor hard, and looking at the smoke coming out from the bottom of the door.

 He opened the door and came in, his mother was naked under the shower, and she was sitting on a very small wooden bench, her back toward him and her face toward the shower.

 Leon had taken off her clothes and brought her new clothes, which he had put on the handle of the bathroom door from the inside for her to wear after washing her body.

 He started rubbing her back as he tried to look away, all he was trying to do was hide his erect penis.

 He felt really disgusting but he didn't want to stop having an erection, his body a strange ecstasy that he felt strongly, even his heart started to beat with drops of water falling rapidly.

 He pulled out his dick while he was still behind her, he thought endless thoughts about his mother, it was all starting to turn in reverse in front of him, he wanted to scream and scream until his throat was torn.

 He really wanted to die by electrocution at that moment.

 His breath was increasing little by little, with the pain of his penis because of the wound it was on, and with the feeling of muscle spasm in it.

 ...

 Seconds passed until he finished what he did and the semen is now completely on the palm of his hand.

 His breath was interrupted by that smoke entering his lungs, ripping them apart from the inside, the feeling of pain never went away, and yet it continued to the end.

 He opened the door to let out some smoke and to be able to breathe well, his eyes were red and the veins clearly visible on them, and the tears had come out without any sound from his mouth, as if everything had become clear to him.

 He decided that this was the time, the time to end all hatred.

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 .

 Thursday at 1:00 pm.

 The smell of onions and garlic swirled around, with the sound of oil on the fire crackling.

 'Lia' is sitting in her room and her mother is preparing the food downstairs, still thinking about it without stopping.

 "Everything will be resolved." She said lying on the ground.

 Only a few minutes passed before they both heard a knock on the metal door.

 I had a glimpse of 'Lia' in her head a gray hair, I thought that all this is because of excessive thinking these days, then she wanted to cut it, but she said in a low voice.

 “What if their number increases after I cut these?”

 ...

 It was almost sunny and there was no wind so it was so quiet and wonderful, she swayed standing with numbness in her feet, opened the door to her room and the window curtain moved behind her even though there was no air outside.

 I looked at her and thought it was just the pressure of the room suddenly emptied and fresh air was drawn in from the outside causing the curtain to move.

 She did not pay any attention to the matter, as she interpreted everything as she wanted.

 "People are really annoying outside, imagine someone wanted to hit the car, and although it was all his fault, he started screaming and blaming me." Lesia's father was telling her mother about some problems in the taxi business.

 "You know, Tara, I've been trying..."

 "Get your hand off my mouth, William," she replied, annoyed.

 "Oh... you don't love me anymore, you don't love me right?" said William, in a strange and funny voice.

 "I love you," Tara replied, "just get away to finish preparing the food, and secondly, wash your hands and don't put them in my mouth."

 "But I washed them in the first moment of my presence."

 "Then why didn't I see you wash them?" she said.

 He replied sarcastically, "It's because you don't love me."

 His phone rang.. Then he started looking for it in his pockets. He looked at the calling number and then sighed in annoyance, "Tara.. Hold the phone and tell him I forgot the phone at home."

 She said, "Why would I do this?"

 "The story is long, but this person always calls me to take him to a certain place, but he gives me a price that is less than the price of the regular delivery, and this is annoying. I mean if he rides with another person, I challenge him to accept this price, and I really think he is making fun of me for this amount." "

 "Oh.. First, is this considered that you are denying your livelihood? Also, you can only respond and tell him that you cannot come or that you are eating with food now."

 "I'm going to tell him that I just got home and can't come... that's the best thing..."

 The call ended in the middle of his speech, "Hof..oh my goodness he ended it. I hope he doesn't call back..so.."

 He put his little finger on the lips of his wife, Tara, and moved him, "I said put your fingers away, it sucks. Go and sit. I'll call you when the food is ready. Just let me work alone. I don't know how to work with someone standing on my head." She said angrily, in a loud voice.

 "Why can't you stand joking?"

 "Is that called joking?"

 "Don't you love me?" said William. In a strange voice again, he gropes her waist with both hands.

 Then 'Lia' came to them silently..

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