I'd Rather be Dead Instead

"MARINARA! HOW DID YOU END HIM AND HOW ARE YOU DEALING WITH YOUR LIFE RIGHT NOW AND YOUR GUILT?", asked the paparazzi and I confidentially said,

And they asked, "WHAT WAS THE WORST THING LIVING WITH THEM?"

"Oh, easy, how I was never able to leave the house or meet people and have a social life, yeah, that's the worst part, not able to have a social life-"

"DO YOU WANT TO TAKE REVENGE FROM HIS FAMILY?"

"No, they never interfered, they're fine..."

"Let's go, stop answering them, the more you answer them, the more they'll ask.", mom panted while shoving us through the crowd.

"BUT MARINARA-"

"Don't let me do something regrettable!", I stabbed my words through them and -

"BUT HOW DID YOU KILL HIM? WE SAW COLORS AND FIRE AND DARKNESS-"

"Ma-uh, let's move!", mom pushed me towards the back seat in Brendon's car then turned around and crossed the double roads to her Chevrolet Camaro and followed us.

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"Where's Ros-", I started.

"She's having a stand-up poetry meeting with her friends from university, and you know, she can't miss such a thing!"

"Is she good in these kinds of stuff?"

"Whoa, for real, Rosalia? She got a 15% scholarship for English literature when she was 17, won a poetry competition when she was 15, and published 7 books online when she was also 17, and in ninth grade, she got the highest grade in the official exams between all of the students in  school, and you heard 'bout all the languages she knows! She has books from all genres and knows how to talk about any topic you can ever think about, she's one in a rosalialilion!"

And my eyes could eat the world!

"D.I.O.S.M.I.O."

" Tell me not to and I'll sue you!"

"Not to what?"

"Marry her, what?"

"HAHAHHAHAHAHHAA oh you're too young for this dear B-"

"BUT I'M TWENTY!"

"Even though, you might split in a second and-"

"DO I LOOK LIKE STRETCHES TO YOU?"

"Listen Bren, I'm kidding, but if you're serious, which obviously seems so then I'm sorry..."

"Then, can I marry her?"

"I ain't your mama-"

"But you're our best friend and-"

"Yes, just don't get mad at me till you make me wanna kill you, yeah, 'dontmakemekillyou'!"

"Imma kill you in a car crash!"

"Imma kill you with my bear hands!"

"You wouldn't do that, wou-"

"Dunno, never flashed through ma mind, try, now hush, lemme read."

"What are you reading?"

"A Map for Wrecked Girls by Jessica Taylor."

"What does it talk about?"

"Do you want me t read aloud?"

"Don't you know how to explain?"

"Ugh, sorry for being a good person!"

"Linds...?", Brendon worrisomely called out.

"In the name of God, did something happen?-"

"What if she's right?"

"Who? Who's right about what?"

"Who have we been talking about this whole time? Rosa, mi novia, what if she's right-"

"ABOUT WHAT?"

"What if we are actually characters.in a book. and there is an author-"

"AN AUTHOR WHO IS CRUEL AS HELL TO TURN MY LIFE INTO A LIVING HELL AND LETTING ME SLEEP WITH ANIMALS AND EAT LEFTOVERS AND HAVE SUPERPOWERS AND FUCKING NONSENSE MAGIC FROM GOD KNOWS WHERE AND HOW AND, OH, I SAW MY DAD  BEING MURDERED IN FRONT OF MY GODDAHHHH EYES AND HE LEFT ME WITHOUT A MOTHER AND TURNED ME INTO AN ORPHAN AND NOW! NOW AFTER EIGHTEEN YEARS! MOM DECIDES TO RETURN! FROM THA DEAD! OH, SHIT!", I was starting to lose my mind and yelling all over the place.

"Are.you.done?", he sloppily laid out his words.

"NO!"

"No, you have to, because we reached, and -"

*the door opens*

"What's going on? Are you two guys okay? I didn't-", mom anxiously stuttered.

"I, she's crazy!", he said while raising his hands in surrender.

"What? Why would you say that?", mom defended me.

"Because she wants to kill herself. She doesn't admit of you, yet. She thinks she has the worst life. She is drowning in pain. Hashtagbleedingemotionsandfracturedfeelings."

"Oh, dear...", she looked at me pityingly, it's gonna get better, this year, in college, and we'll sort things out, come on, get out of the car-", and we absentmindedly held hangs then I yanked it away and fell in the car.

"Where are we anyway?"

"You'll never guess-", mom teased.

"Airport, oops sorry!', Brendon blurted then saw mom's reaction.

"Why'd you tell her Brendon? Ugh!" 

"What are we doing here? Who will go or come?", I annoyingly, curiously, impatiently asked.

"My husband!"

"I'm out of here!", moi!

"What? Why? He'd love a single chance of meeting you, hon-"

"AND WHO SAID I AM READY TO MEET HIM? WHAT ABOUT MY PSYCHOLOGICAL AND MENTAL AND EMOTIONAL STATE? EH?", I shot at her then turned at Brendon, "will you offer to take me or will I offer to use my superpowers?"

And he silently sat in the driver's seat and put the key in the ignition and turned it on and-

"I am reading it, still.to.blame."

And I climbed in my seat and slammed the door shut!

*after 7 minutes*

"That was tough", Brendon broke the silence while coughing.

"Selfish people!", I muttered!

"Go to hell!"

"Oh, honey, where do you think I came from?"