Chapter 15 - Suicide.

Andres Pov.

The cemetery had been my favourite place as a kid, not because I was mentally deranged but because it held the memory of the two people I had cared about most in the world.

My mother and my crush.

I stopped in front of it, heading to the front, only to see it too late.

“Open it up,” I commanded the gateman, but he glared at me.

“Visiting hours are over, wait till next month,” He told me, and I shook the gate angrily.

“Open this damn gate or I'll..”

“Open the gate, Williams,” I heard a voice say, and I looked on only to see Billy, the head mortician.

I smiled immediately.

“You can't command me, Billy, this is going against our laws,” Williams snapped, and Billy rolled his eyes.

“Do you know who this young man is?” He asked, and Williams frowned.

“No, and I don't care to know,” he said, and the latter shook his head.

“He's the son of Lucas Beaumont.”

“The Lucas Beaumont?” Williams asked with wide eyes, and Billy nodded.

“Oh my God,” he mumbled, opening the gate quickly.

“I'm sorry, sir,” he said with a small bow as I got in, but I ignored him, going over and hugging Billy.

“Uncle Billy, it's been so long!” I said, and he chuckled, hugging me back.

“It has indeed been long since I saw your face, you've become more handsome,” he said with a smile, and I smiled also.

He had been in this cemetery since my mum died years ago.

Practically became my second dad.

“It's been a while; you haven't come in over 2 years now,” he said, and I sighed.

“Got so busy with work and other things, and I kept forgetting, even today, I forgot, it was my PA who reminded me.” I sighed, and he nodded.

“No wonder you came late,” he said, and I smiled.

“How are Aunt Jasmine and the kids?” I asked, and he sighed.

“Well, my wife is dead now,” he told me, and my eyes widened.

“What? How?”

“She died of cancer last year. We weren't able to afford treatment,” he told me with a sad smile.

“You could have reached out to me. I would have helped,” I half yelled, and he shrugged.

“I assumed you were going through your own problems also, so I couldn't,” he told me, and I groaned.

“And the kids?” I asked, and he smiled.

“They're staying with their cousins and aunt in Miami, they're doing fine, the eldest one is about to enter college, they even ask after you sometimes,” he told me, and I chuckled.

“I'm sorry about your wife's death, though, if there's any way I can be of help to you, just tell me, alright?” I told him, and he nodded sideways.

“I know you're going through your own problems also. I heard about the company, and I know it's facing a major backlash. Focus on fixing that first, after that, we can talk,” he told me with a smile, and I had to force a smile also.

“Well, let me allow you to get to it, you know the rules.”

“No phones because they can awaken the dead,” I said, trying to mimic his voice, and he chuckled, walking away.

I wandered round the cemetery before stopping in front of both graves, stationed closer to each other, credits, me.

I knelt down, rubbing my mother's headstone, and then her own.

It still feels like yesterday.

When they died, I felt pain after each of them passed away.

I let out a long, tired sigh, sitting beside it.

“I know you're staring at me from the other side, mother, and you should know that my life had been hell since you left me, I wish you could come back, but I know that is just as ridiculous as wishing upon a dead genie” I stood, cleaning the tears that cascaded down the corner of my eyelids as I continue.

“I know that my life wouldn't get any better, I know that, I would only be deceiving myself if I thought that one day, one day I'll survive through it all, it's all a lie, everything is a lie.” I couldn't stop myself from breaking out in tears.

It hurts, everything about these hurts, but I can't do anything about it.

“Everyone already knows the secret of me being dad's child, it's only a matter of time before they come for me, I wanna kill myself, mum, show me a sign, any sign that I shouldn't, and I would stop,” I said seriously, waiting for anything.

Rain, a storm cloud, thunder, anything to prove that she's still here, watching me, but nothing came, just as I thought, I was all alone.

“I thought as much,” I mumbled, standing up and dusting the debris of dirt on my body.

“Maybe I should come and meet you both, it's about time,” I said with a small smile.

I stood up with a few tears in my eyes. I checked the time and saw that it was getting late.  I stood up and was heading towards the gate when I met Uncle Billy conversing with Williams, and I instantly hugged him.

“Thank you for being a good uncle,” I said, trying so hard to stop the tears from flowing, though it clogged my eyes.

“Are you okay, son?” He asked as I broke the hug, and I nodded with a sniffle.

“I am just overly emotional, it's been a while since I saw them after all,” I sniffed again, trying so hard to stop the flowing tears.

“Oh, okay,” he said, but I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. Before he could press further, I ran out, entered my car, and turned its face to a lagoon.

As I drove, I got my phone, my eyes filled with tears and blurry as I made to text Gary.

‘I'm not sure I can take it anymore, Gary. The pains, the hatred, everything seems to be contributing to my mental health. I'm jumping into the floral lagoon. I hope you forgive me later for everything my existence has caused you. I know you're going to make a good CEO I love you and Dad.’

I pressed send instantly, closing my arms tightly against the steering wheel as I accelerated further. I could see the barricade over the hill, stopping anyone from going over.

It's made of wood, so it's easy to run through.

I closed my eyes, going at full speed, as I expected an impact, and it came, wildly. I felt the car in the air as I opened my eyes.

Immediately, I started having a rethink, maybe I shouldn't do it.

Or maybe I should have picked an easier death.

How is Dad going to feel?

Evans, Jefferson?

Why am I having a rethink now?

As it made heavy contact with the water body, I struggled to remove my seat belt, only to find it hooked.

Shit!

I tried to leave through the window, but it was no use as the car went deeper and deeper.

I could no longer hold my breath, I let the water in and felt my lungs pressing against each other as I gasped for air, but instead, water went in.

I could no longer struggle; I could no longer breathe.

So instead, I let myself go, my eyes closed up, and I felt my heart beat slow down.

Am I really going to die?