Snow...

-Snow...
-What?
-It reminds...
-About what?
-About my home...
-What home? You don't have one.
-What? Of course I do!
-So where is it then?
-It's where my parents, my memories are...
-You are talking about the plase you used to live at, not about your home.
-I don't want to listen to you.
-Because I'm right?
-Now, because you are me, and I don't want to talk to myself. That's why you SHUT UP!
-I can not, I'm your thoughts, they always exsist...
-Get out, die, do whatever, but don't make me talk to myself!!
-Well... I can not get out, 'cause you'll go with me, I can not die, 'cause you'll die too. Anyways, you don't have anybody to talk to, besides me.
-Anybody? What about the mirror?
-That's me too...
-Scum!..
-Is it about me? I think it's more about us together.
-Shut up! You are not even alive!!
-Hwom are you talking to then?
-I don't know, I don't give a shit!!
get out, get.. get.. out!!!
-Hey, don't cry, what is that for?
-Get out, don't talk to me!!
-Oh my litlle girl, if you don't love yourself, no one will.
-Fuck you! You don't know anything!
-Yes I do, I even know what you were going to say...
-So, what was I gonna say?
-You wanted to say that he loved you, even though you didn't love yourself.
-Die you, crack!
-Yep, about him... But, admit to yourself: he does not love you, he doesn't even know why he's still with you; he'll get tired pretty soon.
-If you don't shut the heck up right now, I swear to god I'll kill you, I know where the gun is!
-Oh, yes, and you'll write little notes about why you've decided to kill yourself, hoping they will remember you forever, right? Ha, you've got a good sence of humor! But, just to let you know: they all will forget you the next day!
-That's it, enough now!! I'm going for the gun!
-All right, may I go with you?
-Now!! Stay here!!!
-Now, it can't be, I am you, you can't leave me anywhere.
-OK shit, let's go then...
-Are you sure you know where it's at?
-What?
-The gun.
-Of course I do, but... what's the matter, are you afraid? Ha, you were so brave!
-Now, I'm not afraid, I just was gonna say: if you don't find the gun, you can get some aspirin, there is a new pack, one hundred tablets, that should be enough. And drink it with shampain.
-Well, you know, actually I don't really want to kill myself, i just wanted to kill you...
-What's a pity, but it's impossible, you have to kill yourself too...
-All right..  Listen, I've looked everywhere but I couldn't find the gun.
-Well, it means plan B: aspirin.
-Are you sure we have shampain?
-Yeah, they bought it just a little while ago. But even if they don't, there is some wine in the basement, there always is.
-OK, let's go to the basement then.
-And pick up the aspirin on your way.
-I will. Wow, it's really dark in here...
-Oh come on now! Watch out for the stares though...
-How many tablets?
-All of them.
-Where?
-That's up to you.
-You think I should write something?
-What for?
-Right... Hey, will I throw up after I die or before?
-How would I know? I know only the same as you do.
-May be I shouldn't have been doing that?
-How dear you are, you've already started, finish it up now.
-You mean we can't change anything now? I think I don't want it... May be we should call 911? We must do something!!!
-Calm down! And finish it up, there's about only twenty left.
-I don't feel too well...
-Oh come on now, it hasn't been long enough to feel bad.
-And the wine is disguisting! It tastes like crap!
-Snow...
-What?
-...is black, do you hear me? And the tablets are also...
-Why? Don't turn...
-I can't understand...
-...the lights off... I can't...
-...why I have...
-...speak and hear... Stop...
-...made you do that... But really...
-...the pain!
-...what was that all about? But it's too...
-But I do...
-...late now...
-...want...
-Sleep well...
-...to live.


30/01/05   Adel, IA