The original fictional story - Track draft

in #story8 years ago

Before me stands unmoved forest full of dark and fearsome trees. For some of them it rains weak beam of moonlight. The whole sky is reminiscent of limitless water intensely dark blue sea in which they operate diffuse glow beating ships. Despite June's heat during the day, night surprises unpleasant cold, pounded by appearing occasionally gusts of wind. Walking along the "forgotten" street, just I stepped into the forest. Everywhere empty. Quietly.

I could take a taxi. If I did not drink the vodka, probably I would use the bicycle. Well, that although I can function normally. Apparently I have a hard head.

At this point in my way suddenly appeared tracks. Of course, I had to trip over ... I got up and dusted his trousers from dust. New jeans. That would be missing me it tore. Fortunately, only a little pobrudziły. How do I get home, throw them in the washing machine.

Already I went ahead, but looking toward the ill-fated journey, I noticed that something is on them. I went back up. I look at the strange shape lying a few meters away. Following the track, I come to order. It's a kid. It looks twenties. I immediately check whether it is conscious!

  • Let me leave. - Heard resigned, but full awareness of the voice of a young boy.

  • Huh, man, get out of the track. Did you drink something? Or maybe you took? Come on, I'll help you, just get out of the track.

  • Let you come off. Sam can handle it.

  • Fine, but that soon this way can take a train, and then there will be nothing after you collect.

  • I'm looking at him more than half an hour.

I understood. This guy is not drunk. He is completely sober. He wants to commit suicide! I do not know why, I suddenly felt nervous.

  • Come on here and do not do circus! - I cried a little too nervous.

  • Do not you understand that I no longer have to live for? I do not distract from here. Please do not waste time. - The boy's voice was surprisingly calm.

  • Then I'll wait with you. - Saying this, I lay down next to him. What I popped to mind !?

  • If you think it is for me somehow gone, then I'm sorry, but I'm not going to change the decision.

  • I understand. Can you at least tell me why you want to commit suicide? You're young, before you the most beautiful years of my life.

  • Life? What life? World they are beating me now.

  • At the age of twenty-odd years?

  • Twenty-three.

  • The more I do not understand your behavior.

  • It's a gamble. Cards were already present in my childhood. I played a little

with colleagues at the school. I made bets. Then I started going to the casino. You know that once won ten thousand? Just before I lost fifteen.

  • Do you have debts?

  • Not what. One guy I owe thirty thousand.

  • Your parents know?

  • No. Educates me mother. If he found out ... We have a lot of financial problems. Barely make ends meet. Until this threw me a girl. I thought I had with her support, and she said that did not fit together.

  • Listen to me, it's only money. Something's come up. However, if your girlfriend throws you in such a situation, it means that it is not worthy of you. Besides, it's only a girl. As soon as you find a new one.

  • This is not about the girl. It's about these debts. Maybe for you it's only thirty thousand, but for me it's up to thirty thousand. There'll handle such a sum. It's not real.

  • Do you think that suicide of this help? The whole weight to drop on your poor mother. Is that what you want?

  • I do not want, but I have no choice.

  • There is always a way out, boy. I have a lot of money in the account. Can I borrow them without any interest. Will you give when you can.

  • But you do not know me.

  • But I want to trust you. I can?

For a moment, the boy hesitated with the decision, but then replied:

  • Of course you can trust me. I promise that I will give every penny. - currently

in my eyes he hits the beam of light is an oncoming train.

  • If we make a deal, we have to get out of here.

The boy stood up and handed me a hand. The train is getting closer. I try to stand up, but ... I can not! My jacket got caught on something. I'm trying to spread, the lock is jammed! This is the end. The boy looked at me in disbelief. Once again I was struck by the sight beam of blinding light. Then there was darkness. Eternal darkness.