This is a total work of fiction. The people, places and events are fake, not real, don't exist(except New Jersey, New York City, Connecticut, Las Vegas). I made this story up to satisfy my need to control things and people. Call me sick, whatever, this is a story of fantasy. Comments are welcome. Enjoy!
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Chapter One - Saving a Life
I had been sitting in the park a while. Contemplating suicide. I just couldn't see a reason to go on anymore. I was alone. My girlfriend of five years had called off the wedding and took up roost with another man, my best friend Dave. I hated him, I hated them both. I wished either they were dead or I was.
I couldn't call my family, Dad had basically all but disowned me. Mom, well she did what ever Dad said. My siblings were no use either. Mark was serving aboard the U.S.S Ronald Reagan and was out to sea for the next three months. My sister Angie was now married and raising her own family living in California. I had no one really to talk to about this.
I had begun to pull the .45 Colt out of my jacket pocket when I noticed a couple girls slowly making their way towards me. Of course they were just following the path in the park and it led next to the picnic table I was seated at, but if afforded me one last fantasy, one last illusion before I ended it all.
They were walking hand in hand, obviously lovers and chatted lovingly towards each other. I had pulled my hand out of my pocket and placed it on the table. The pistol was still in my hands. I hadn't even realized I pulled it out. I thought I had let it go. I watched in fascination as the two grew nearer.
The taller one was gorgeous, long blond hair that hung down way past her shoulders, almost to the tops of her ass cheeks. She was built! Big breasts on a tight slim frame that narrowed even more at the waist and flared out nicely to a smooth set of hips. And her legs, damn! They started at lovely sandaled feet and rose perfectly shaped to make that sexy ass of themselves. Her beauty was movie star or model quality. Her friend, not as hot but still beautiful
She was more of the plain Jane type. Brown hair, combed to perfection and hung to the middle of a gently curved back. Her face wasn't like her friends, she wasn't as pretty with a slightly large nose that set above a pair of lips that when painted would look luscious. Though she didn't have makeup on, she was still pretty, but not like her companion. Body wise, they were both somewhat similar, only the brunette was shorter. Her tits were smaller and compact. Her hips flared out more.
I watched them as they got closer, admiring their tits as they swayed bra-free back and forth in their tight tank tops. Their skirts were long and flowing, not tight, just loose and free. They got to about ten feet from where the bench sat and the blond noticed the pistol and jerked to a stop suddenly, surprising the brunette.
The blond stared at the gun, not taking her eyes off of it. When the brunette looked at her, the blond whispered to her, "he has a gun!" The brunette then looked at me, noticing me for the first time. Her face took on a mask of fear as well.
I looked at them, realizing their fear and then looked down at the table. When I saw the gun, I cringed in my own skin. I smiled weakly at the girls.
"Don't worry, it's not for you." I said softly.
"Who is it for?" The blond said, her fear gripping her to the spot. I looked down at it then up at them. I sighed.
"For me." I said. I wanted to die even more for the fear that I had brought them. I was so careless. I was useless. Barely a man anymore. The brunette seemed to invigorate her step as she walked towards me instead of running away. She sat down opposite me and motioned for her girlfriend. The blond moved slowly, her fear gripping her. I looked at the brunette like she was crazy.
"Don't. Don't do this." She said as she motioned to the gun.
"Why not? I have nothing to live for anymore." I said simply, my resignation to my demise set solidly.
"Death awaits you when you get old. Not when you're young and full of life." She said, trying to talk to me as a hostage negotiator would a criminal.
"You know nothing about me. Why would you even care?" I asked. I looked at her with curiosity now. There was something about her, something different. She wasn't afraid now. "Why aren't you running away in fear?" I asked her.
"Because I was once where you are. I wanted to take my life too." She said as she looked to the blond, who gazed back at her adoringly. "I bet you didn't know that did you Lisa?" She said to her. Lisa shook her head and tears formed at her eyes. The brunette patted Lisa's hands in comfort.
"And why didn't you? It looks like you have everything you need now. What changed?" I asked her. Wondering if the same thing would work for me, but feeling desperate enough to know that nothing would.
"I meet a woman. She talked to me as I am you. She told me that there was nothing or no one worth killing yourself for. She helped me, she even introduced me to Lisa. We've been in love, partners in crime now for three years." She said. I smiled.
"That's nice. I'm glad things have worked out for you. But you don't know my situation. You don't know anything about me. Why stop to talk to me?" I asked her.
As I listened to her talk, I gazed upon her features. She was lovely, truly a diamond in the rough. Her features exuded confidence as she spoke, certain her words would impact me somehow.
