2 Again

Karl didn't leave my side that night. He was really a good friend. And maybe he felt a tiny little bit guilty. Death can really affect some people, strange, right?

If you are asking where my family is in this story, well my friend... I'm asking the same question for 22 years. Where are they? Where the fucking are they? Leaving alone a cute little boy not even one year old. Parents... Loving parents. Can't hate them, can't have them, apparently.

I met Karl when I was a 9-year-old boy. I was playing with a ball with a couple of orphans from the same orphanage as me in a park nearby. Silly little me decided to kick a ball to the streets and without a care in the world went into the traffic to get the ball. Oh, youth!

Back then Karl wasn't the strong guy he is now, he was plump as every rich kid usually is his age. Round pink cheeks and big feet. He saw me by chance, as he had recounted countless times this story. He was holding a burger, typical little boy, when he saw me running in the streets.

He dropped the burger with much regret, as he always empathized, and felt a need to run to save me. He got me fine, scraped his elbows and almost missed dying with me in that tender age of nine. As I have come to realize much much later, that was my second time scaping the death's fingers.

And a good friendship that will probably last to the death was born. A dumb little orphan and a plump rich boy.

He tried to get his father to adopt me many times since we had become real brothers over the years, but that never really happened. His father always despised me. The bastard's boy.

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I woke up to the sound of chirping birds in the next morning. Karl was almost dead sitting in that chair. Well, not literally dead... I guess I need to work up my vocabulary. Real death is so troublesome sometimes...

I was full of energy and it seemed like nothing has ever happened to me. I didn't dream but I was well rested.

"Hey Karl," I said waking up my friend.

"Oh, hey Jack," he said making a big bear-like yawn, "alive?"

"For the time being," I laughed at our dark humor.

"Want some chocolate or a shower?"

"Nah, I'll pass," I said as I tried to get up.

One of the reasons me and Karl are such good friends is that he doesn't mind me being a sarcastic son of a bitch. Always making fun of any occasion. Over the years he'd come to understand and participate in it.

"I think I'll discharge myself," I said getting up and trying to find my clothes and getting a laugh at Karl about my current wardrobe malfunction.

After filling some papers, become poorer and yelling a little bit at people I was ready to go home.

Karl and I have been living as roommates for the last four years. It helps a lot having a rich friend whose father owns a couple of empty houses just for the sake of being rich, I guess. No rent and a big place. What more a poor guy would need?

"Hey Jack, how about we get some new tinder girls to have some fun?" Karl asked me as we were on the sofa watching something interesting on TV.

"Are you over Cindy yet?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

"Well, I'm over now," Karl said getting up and going to grab a beer, "This last couple of days made me realize that life is what is important, not sucking up for some stupid chick."

"Cheers," I said grabbing the beer he gave me.

For a couple of hours, we fished some chick, some hot chicks and got a double date for the night.

The girls were called Katy and Sophia, and a few minutes after we started talking to them separately we come to realize they were friends. The deal was sealed pretty easily that way. Girls love this destine bullshit.

They never for once had thought me and Karl played than and discovered they were friends on Instagram and played some tricks and wisely chosen words. But nevertheless, it was luck at the beginning that was cleverly told as destine.

We met them both at the same time at the place we choose, a nightclub, a very expensive nightclub. Thanks, Karl.

I never accepted any money from Karl, but I would never ever say no to some friendship presents. The poor guy just wanted me to feel good. And that was what brothers did for each other. In turn, I helped him grow more, emotionally at least. The guy just has a big heart and get easily stepped by people.

The night was fun, at least I think it went fun. I don't remember much of that night, my friend, I just remember that is not clever to mix so many drinks. I don't remember how I end up in that rooftop in that chilly night. I remember a hot blond girl (I forgot her name) that was very good with her mouth and did some tricks in the toilet. And then there was a little blank --.

I vaguely remember a fight. Mostly because my head hurt so bad. First time being punched in the head. I guess I passed out. I think it was because of some ex-boyfriend deal being mad at her slutty ex.

But still, I had no idea why I was in that rooftop, looking in the city and having some strange thoughts, "could I fly?"

Have you ever had an urge to jump from a hight place? Ah, 'L'appel du Vide!' Freud was so right with those urges of death. What would happen if I jump? We always wonder to no avail.

Fortunately, my drunkness and inability to move myself didn't allow me to get to the edge of that rooftop. But I didn't see that puddle that I stepped and made me fall hitting my head. It seems my feet really hates me, always stepping on things that it shouldn't.

My head hit a sharp rock and my blood started to run forming yet another puddle. A red puddle in that eerie cold night.

I saw it myself, the blood run and run, while I myself was with booth my eyes closed and no breath leaving my lungs, and no sound coming from my chest.

I tried to jump to kill myself, only to die by being killed by myself, mistakenly, of course, but dead nonetheless.

Maybe it was because of the drinks I had, but my floating body just drifted itself down and down.

First looking at the city, my blood little self. I saw the club and heard the music pop up when I slipped down that rooftop. I saw many people have fun while I died with no one.

While I was looking at everyone enjoy themselves I suddenly had a realization that would change my life forever.

I could certainly use this! At least if I don't die, of course.