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Suicide ain't easy on the living. This story is a response to my friend's suicide a week ago. Art is done by
thewielder
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"Tally must've felt like an outcast," Ginnis said, pressing his scaly bulk against Venti. The pangolin had stopped crying hours ago, but he still spoke in a ragged voice of grief.
Venti honestly had no idea how to reply to that. Ginnis had arrived on his doorstep, eyes red with tears, bearing news that no friend or loved one should ever have to carry. The pangolin's roommate went missing two days ago, and they found him that morning in the woods.
"When the police said they found shotgun shells in his car, I was praying that he just went hunting, and forgot to tell me he'd be gone for the weekend." Ginnis went quiet for a moment, but when his voice returned it was a hushed whisper, cracking in the overwhelming grief. "He hadn't been able to take his medication for two weeks." Tally suffered from severe clinical depression. "He couldn't get through to anyone that could help him."
The system fails again, Venti thought. And instead of waiting it out another week, Tally gives up. Way to go, Tally. Way to leave your roomie in the lurch.
Venti kept such thoughts to himself, though. Ginnis was not in any mental shape to have debates on suicide. Instead, he lifted up Ginnis, cradling the pangolin's thick form against him.
"This might sound odd, but you need to get out of this apartment." Venti quickly continued before Ginnis thought he was being thrown out. "Let's go to dinner. I know this great Mongolian barbecue place. We can do it in honor of Tally." And it'll help you not think about who's going to handle his effects, Venti thought.
Ginnis sniffled, a sound that was out of character for the pangolin. He rarely cried. He thought Titanic was cool for the sinking ship. Requiem for a Dream make him tell jokes. But this had him broken emotionally and devastated spiritually. "Yeah, I think that'd be good. I can't do Tally any good on an empty stomach. Let's go."
Venti hoped that if he ever had an ex-husband, that the ex would still love him as much as Ginnis still loved Tally.
Damn you, Tally, thought Venti.
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"Tally must've felt like an outcast," Ginnis said, pressing his scaly bulk against Venti. The pangolin had stopped crying hours ago, but he still spoke in a ragged voice of grief.
Venti honestly had no idea how to reply to that. Ginnis had arrived on his doorstep, eyes red with tears, bearing news that no friend or loved one should ever have to carry. The pangolin's roommate went missing two days ago, and they found him that morning in the woods.
"When the police said they found shotgun shells in his car, I was praying that he just went hunting, and forgot to tell me he'd be gone for the weekend." Ginnis went quiet for a moment, but when his voice returned it was a hushed whisper, cracking in the overwhelming grief. "He hadn't been able to take his medication for two weeks." Tally suffered from severe clinical depression. "He couldn't get through to anyone that could help him."
The system fails again, Venti thought. And instead of waiting it out another week, Tally gives up. Way to go, Tally. Way to leave your roomie in the lurch.
Venti kept such thoughts to himself, though. Ginnis was not in any mental shape to have debates on suicide. Instead, he lifted up Ginnis, cradling the pangolin's thick form against him.
"This might sound odd, but you need to get out of this apartment." Venti quickly continued before Ginnis thought he was being thrown out. "Let's go to dinner. I know this great Mongolian barbecue place. We can do it in honor of Tally." And it'll help you not think about who's going to handle his effects, Venti thought.
Ginnis sniffled, a sound that was out of character for the pangolin. He rarely cried. He thought Titanic was cool for the sinking ship. Requiem for a Dream make him tell jokes. But this had him broken emotionally and devastated spiritually. "Yeah, I think that'd be good. I can't do Tally any good on an empty stomach. Let's go."
Venti hoped that if he ever had an ex-husband, that the ex would still love him as much as Ginnis still loved Tally.
Damn you, Tally, thought Venti.
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Man, poor Ginnis. That is one seriously fucked-up situation.
This one makes me see red not just for the sensitive subject matter, which is understandably somber...but it touches some really raw nerves in me as far as clinical depression and our nation's healthcare system are concerned - especially the major pharmaceutical companies.
This one makes me see red not just for the sensitive subject matter, which is understandably somber...but it touches some really raw nerves in me as far as clinical depression and our nation's healthcare system are concerned - especially the major pharmaceutical companies.
One can read just how much one can read. So, now I had time and decided to catch up with the prompt responses. I've been reading past TP responses I've missed the whole forenoon. Fortunately, you write short. These are most entertaining, compared to the twenty-page monsters some post as TP responses.
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