2 2nd- Onions

So I f*cking died.

Wiping the snot away, I felt a bitter taste in my mouth.

"So *hic*, how did I die?"

The hunched man didn't reply.

He just started walking.

"Hey, why aren't you responding!"

"Hey, don't walk away."

Racing right behind him, my eyes were still blurry from the tears.

Walking side by side, we were both silently walking in darkness.

After an eternity did I spot something.

A large door that towered above anything else.

On it was a lever and some pictures...

Wait.

THE F*CK!

Is that a slot machine?

Finally, upon closer inspection, it was indeed a slot machine right smack in the middle of the condescending door.

The hunched man just stopped there.

Peeking curiously, I realized that he was waiting there for something.

"Mister, can I touch that?"

No answer.

I puff up my cheeks.

"So we have another soul..." A bored voice slurred out, yawning absentmindedly.

Spinning to see the origin of that voice, I see a teenage boy about the age of 13 looking bored out of his mind.

He looked like any boy, except...

"What are you looking at? The world's most handsome man?" The boy bragged with the world's snobbiest smile.

...He is even more narcissistic than Narcissus himself.

"More like the type of person who jerks off when he sees himself in the mirror."

"Hey!"

I guess he's attractive in a way..

I look right into his eyes.

They were shinning and glowing, the color of the golden sun, his eyes swirling with indescribable colors.

"Well, you're just a meager soul anyway. Here."

From his hand appeared a box from thin air.

"Draw!"

"Wait, draw?"

"Ya, what do you expect?"

"To be honest, hell?"

Rolling his eyes, the teenage boy said, "You don't need to go there. I already checked your information. Besides breaking other people's noses and stealing 2 pieces candy on Halloween when it said 'please pick one', you didn't kill anyone... So, sadly, your safe."

Wait.

"How did I die?"

Sighing, he closed his shining eyes.

"You died during a brawl. While standing up for someone when they were bullied, you got in a fight. With paying attention, you fell to the ground where a nail just had been."

"The bully ran away in fear but the person you were standing up for quickly called the ambulance, but it was still too late."

Opening his eyes up, he said, "Happy now?"

I died like that.

I died cause I got shoved a little too hard.

I felt a stinging pain in my eyes, but I swallowed it down.

"Continuing on," The teenage said, raising his head, peering at me with interest, "Aren't you going to cry?"

Cry.

"Pwah! I not going to cry. I died. Crying won't help me. At least I lived a good, short life."

"Crying not gonna make me live again. I can't see my parents even if I fill up the ocean with my tears."

"But I know my parents will be fine. They're strong and positive."

"Even my mom fainted, I'm sure they'll make it through all right!"

"I'm sure they'll live happily with white hair and a lot of children and grandchildren."

"They'll be laughing every day and having smiles."

"They'll move on and maybe forget me *hic* and live in joy and-"

I broke down into tears, kneeling down right by the hunched man.

My mouth was sour like a lemon, mixed with the bitterness that made strings of saliva drip down.

I wiped the tears but new ones were replaced faster.

Snot was running down my face as I hiccuped continuously, unable to breathe.

I'm not crying, I'm not crying!

There's someone cutting onions! I always hated those ninjas cutting onions!

I felt a thin, bony hand patted me on the back soothingly.

It was warm and reassuring.

And then after a while, a chubby hand followed behind, rubbing me back and forth comfortingly.

I cried even more.

I f*cking hate onions.

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