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You keep reading the note, only because you’ll probably have to do a eulogy at his funeral since he has no friends. That is, if anyone even bothers to hold a funeral.
When I take my own life, which I am going to do after I finish writing this, the world will keep on moving as if I never existed. Please do not investigate my death, as it would be a waste of police resources and it is clearly a suicide.
Upon reflecting on my miserable time on this earth, I realize that I have accomplished nothing. The only thing I can take comfort in is knowing that I am far superior to my idiot neighbor in the fine art of crossword puzzles.
You’re incredibly moved; you had no idea these feelings were built up inside Quade’s ugly, stupid body. Idiot neighbor? Superior? Even while killing himself, the only thing you have ever wanted him to do, Quade has found a way to piss you off.
I will plod through this world no more. Goodbye.
Plod! That’s the four-letter word you were looking for! You fill it in on the spot, completing the puzzle and moving one step closer to accomplishing your resolution. If only Quade were still alive so you could rub it in his face. Oh wait, he doesn’t have to be alive for you to do that. You physically rub the crossword in Quade’s face for a good forty-five seconds.
This day couldn’t get any better. You put the note in your pocket, figuring you might need to blow your nose with it later. That’s when you hear footsteps coming towards you from down the hall. You’re not alone in the house after all…
To hide, turn to page 11.
To stand your ground, turn to page 13.
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