Mission accomplished

My mother snorted, put her phone in her purse then walked into the room while I was following her every movements with eyes full of hostility...

Seeing that she was planning to stay away from me, standing in the middle of the room I designated with a head movement the chair Juliet had placed earlier just to the left of my bed, "Sit." I commanded her.

She crossed her arms and frowned, "Why should I?" She asked me dryly with an air of disgust that made me understand that the reason why she wanted to keep her distance with me was that I or rather the state in which my illness had put me was repulsing her.

"I've been dealing with the little inconveniences related to my disease for months without complaining, so make an effort for 2 fucking minutes and sit down." I insisted with my jaw clenched in annoyance and a huge hint of irony on the word 'little'.

"I hope for your sake you didn't lie." She whispered before stepping around my bed to the chair while pinching her nose to let me know without much subtility that she was finding the medicated smell coming off me unbearable.

"Deafness isn't one of the inconveniences I was talking about and save your threats for someone it might have an effect on because as you can see I am screwed and have nothing left to lose." I retorted while a souvenir of my past self brushing his hair and singing extremely out of tune was forming itself in my mind.

"Indeed..." She agreed while staring at the top of my head with a mocking grin before sitting down.

'And I took that personnaly.' I thought as I squinted my eyes.

I had no problem ignoring her pettiness concerning my smell, but here she just touched a sensitive subject...

I was going to answer her to put her back in her place, but by coincidence, just as I was about to tell her that my disease had probably been passed on to me by the genes of one of my parents and that I was 99 % sure that it was hers which had screwed up, I felt that the poison I had injected myself through my IV was starting to take effect.

'I must hurry, I don't have much time and Juliet will come back soon.' I concluded when I felt that my way of breathing was definitely even more irregular than usual.

Knowing the properties of the poison I just took (obviously, I wasn't going to put a poison in my body without knowing what it was going to do to me exactly), I was aware that from now on my condition would deteriorate very quickly so I was trying my best to pretend that everything was fine so that my mother wouldn't suspect what was happening under her nose…

However, apparently I didn't need to bother because she was too busy admiring her manicure to notice that I was sweating profusely.

"Well... I think it's time to talk about what I promised you." I told her with a slightly shaky voice before leaning over to my bedside table.

"At last." She commented before finally detaching her eyes from her nails.

I dropped the syringe that was in my left hand then pulled the said hand from under my sheets to open the drawer of my bedside table...

After a brief moment during which my mother was staring at the drawer with an eager look, I took out a 5-page thick document from it and handed it to her, "You better read the whole thing, we never know." I said to her, which had the effect of erasing the jubilation on her face and replacing it with suspicion.

"What's the catch?" She asked me with an irritated tone while frantically reading the document I had given her, looking for the slightest word or turn of phrase that would seem fishy.

"Nothing." I answered her without even having to lie because the document she had in front of her eyes was indeed saying that I intended to leave her a substantial part of my inheritance, "The 2 notaries I contacted to attend the signing will confirm this when they arrive."

I saw on my mother's face that she looked reassured when I mentioned notaries and oh boy, she shouldn't have because that was where the catch was; according to the laws of this country a will is established by a notary in the presence of two witnesses or a second notary and the will must be signed by the testator, in other terms; me...

So far so good for my mom because that's what's supposed to happen, though, if we go into the details one of the problem here was that I wasn't supposed to write my will myself as I had done it but to dictate it to the notary establishing my will in the presence of the 2 witnesses or the other notary mentionned before, so the document she had in her hands was null and void...

Concerning the possibility of redoing everything when the notaries will arrive if she manage to realize with one way or another that my so-called will is worthless, well she could sit on it because I had lied on that point; there was no notaries supposed to come in the first place.

In fact, if I had to explain the whole reasoning behind my actions, it would amount to this; the paper I had just given to my mother had the purpose of luring her here and making her let her guard down...

Making her believe that notaries were coming to formalize the procedure was serving to make her lower her guard even more, but also so that she wouldn't worry about hearing a multitude of footsteps coming towards the door of my room, like the ones we were hearing right now for example.

"It looks like the notaries are here." I stated with an almost strangled voice and thoughts in total contrast with my words, 'I love you Juliet! I did the right thing by putting you on my true testament!'

As my mother turned her head toward the door with palpable excitement on her face, I knew it was time to act...

In a succession of quick and surprisingly precise movements considering my condition (I'm dying, let me flex with what I can), I grabbed the syringe from under my sheets with my left hand then placed it in my mother's right hand which was luckily half-open.

*TOC*

*TOC*

*TOC*

"Harry, is everything okay?" Juliet asked from the other side of my room's front door feigning a worried voice so that the other nurses she had taken with her under whatever pretenses and who according to our plan would serve as additional witnesses to my murder by my mother wouldn't suspect that she was my accomplice.

I knew that Juliet was waiting for my signal to open the door in case things didn't go as planned with my mother, but at the risk of stressing her out I didn't answer her right away...

Instead I was staring at my mother and savored every instant of her distress; starting with the moment when she saw what she had in her right hand, passing by the one when she looked up at me and made the connection between the syringe and my face, which was probably as red as a tomato because of the asphyxiation, and ending with the one when she understood that all I had to do was scream to put her in jail for a very long time...

And damn, I was going to scream louder than I had ever screamed in my life!

I took a breath as deep as I could afford to take, then I went wild under the decomposed expression of my mother, "AAAAHHHH!" Without delay the door opened with a bang and 3 nurses including Juliet rushed into my room...

Faced with this, my mother panicked and did the stupidest thing she could do by throwing the syringe on the floor and stomping on it.

I mean, my plan wasn't perfect, as an example my fingerprints were also on the syringe and if Juliet can't destroy my fake will before the police arrive it will look super suspicious...

All that to say that if my mother had stayed calm it would have maximized her chances of proving her innocence...

But I'm not going to complain if she gets herself into more trouble, it's her life after all.

One of the nurses tackled my mother to the floor to make her stop what she was doing, which made me regret to not have put her name in my will too, while the other two, one of them being Juliet, were scrambling around me trying to keep me alive (well, just one of them in fact).

The nurse with Juliet removed my IV because it was obvious that the contents of the syringe had been injected there, but it was too late, death was at the doorstep and instead of telling it to fuck off I was welcoming it with open arms...

Soon I could no longer speak, then I lost all feeling in my body and finally my vision blurred and went completely black.

***

'Well, it was still a pretty good life, short but intense and with a climax that was worth it.' I thought in a casual way, not processing immediately what that meant to still being able to think after my death (In my defense, it was the first time I died).

After a few seconds during which my IQ must have temporarily fallen below a 2 digit number (I don't see another explanation), I opened my eyes abruptly.