#suiiiicide

[acutabovetherest]

Wanting to be in the ground literally because no one can hurt me there or send me bills there

[acutabovetherest]

Hey! Yeah I like this back a forth format a lot, it's way easier.

So here is my answer to your scenario : A message came in late at night on tumblr. It was from Anna, 32. Her voice was shaky and exhausted. Stage four heart failure, constant pain, only months left at best, and the medical bills were ruining her family. She begged me to end all of this and specifically wanted it in a way where she decide how she get back the power over her disease.

I don’t usually do mercy kills but something in her voice got to me. I agreed. Two days later we met at a secluded cabin she had rented in the mountains. She was lying on the bed in a soft sweater, curvy build, medium length hair, striking blue eyes, sexy and very attractive. Her heart monitor beeped quietly on her finger. She looked at me with a mix of fear and strange excitement. She whispered she was ready and asked me to listen to her heart one last time. I pressed my ear to her chest. It was fast, weak, struggling. She breathed harder when I did that. Then I gave her a strong sedative so she would stay relaxed but still feel everything. She wanted to feel it. I took the long needle, slid it slowly between her ribs and straight into her heart. Anna gasped sharply, her blue eyes wide, gripping my arm tight as the needle pierced her. The syring was tilting with every single beat of her heart, I pushed the plunger and injected the potassium chloride directly into her heart muscle. Almost immediately her heartbeat went chaotic under my hand, violent, irregular spasms, pounding hard then stuttering wildly. Her body arched and trembled, a deep guttural moan escaping her as her heart went into total fibrillation. I kept my palm pressed firmly on her chest, feeling every desperate flutter and violent twitch as it fought and finally ... silence.

Her eyes rolled back, a last weak convulsion, then nothing. Complete stillness. Her heart was destroyed and she was the one who decided and took control over it.

I left my hand there a little longer, savoring the silence where all that frantic struggling had been. Exactly what she wanted.

I arranged her peacefully on the bed, left the monitor on so it would look like natural cardiac arrest, and left.

Your Paris hitwoman story was awesome by the way, especially that sudden gun to the head at the end. Really good cliffhanger.

For your next one: you’re the hitwoman again. Your best friend has been secretly sleeping with your husband for months. You found out but never let it show. You tricked her into a girls weekend at a remote cabin outside the city, just the two of you. Write how you kill her. Your turn

Dear anon this story killed me (in more ways that one) 😵 I loved it so much!!! 🤩 Seriously, it made me blush in several sections. Great job. ❤️

Here is my story in response to your prompt:

I’m so excited for my girls weekend with Mara. I have been planning it for several weeks. The planning started after one evening when my husband, Greyson’s alarm went off to wake him up. He works nights and it was time for him to get ready for his evening shift. As usual he slept through it so I turned off the first alarm and tried to wake him. Half asleep he told me he called out of the first part of his shift so he could sleep in. Then he rolled over and promptly fell back asleep. I grabbed Greyson’s phone again to cancel the next several alarms. When I did, I glanced at a notification on his phone from Mara. “Last night was so much fun 😍😉🥵.” Confused, I opened the chat and found they had been chatting back and forth for MONTHS. It felt like I had been punched in the gut… my heart was beating so fast despite it actively breaking. How could they do this to me? I took some time to fall apart. Honestly, it was days of me pretending with both of them and then coming undone when alone. Then I started to develop a plan.

Weeks later, Mara came to pick me up in her winter green 2000 Jeep Cherokee XL. We both love the car and can’t believe it’s now considered “classic.” Little did she know her beloved car would be carrying her to her final destination. I went over the casserole instructions once again with Greyson and kissed him goodbye. I hopped in the car and we zipped off toward a remote cabin a family member let us use far outside of the city. As soon as the house was out of sight we interlaced our fingers and squeezed each other’s hands.

You see, in a few months I was planning to serve Greyson with divorce papers. I was sick of being not his wife but his mother. I had always put in 110% into the relationship while he had put in the bare minimum to keep me around. Also, naturally over time my friendship with Mara had blossomed into romance. I thought she was my soul mate. Then the bitch slept with my pathetic husband. I had to pretend to be the loving partner to both of these people who had completely shattered my trust. The thorny betrayal wrapped itself around my soul and I could not rest until I exacted my revenge.

Mara and I had a perfectly normal evening making food, playing cribbage (we each won once), cuddling together and then having sex before going to sleep. Once I could hear her soft snoring, I slowly and silently crawled out from between the sheets.

A couple hours later I woke Mara up. She slowly blinked open her eyes and confusedly asked what was going on. She realized that her hands were tied to the bed and she started to panic.

“This isn’t funny Anna, I don’t want to do kinky stuff right now, it’s the middle of the night.”

I stepped into the light and when she saw me she stilled, her eyes widening. I could see her heart beating through her very thin nightshirt. She could tell from the look in my eyes and the stillness of the air that I was a threat.

“How long have you known?” she said in a trembling voice.

I told her everything. I told her that what she did to me, not to us, to me, was unspeakably cruel and reprehensible. I continued talking and waited until I’d said my piece before she offered up her reasons why she did this.

“Baby, I love you, you’re the only one for me. It didn’t mean anything. You know Greyson, he’s just a fun guy to be around! When the three of us would hang out and you would fall asleep so early… we just started to connect. I swear I don’t love him. I love you, only you.”

I really didn’t care or believe anything she said. I stopped listening even, tuning her out. Her lips kept moving, tears running down her cheeks, but all I could think about was every time I’d fallen asleep beside her believing I was loved. I figured she was saying what she thought I wanted to hear so that I would let her free. Once she was done there were still tears in her eyes and she asked me again to please untie her so we could talk more.

I approached her and she sighed in relief, thinking I was releasing her. Instead I put duct tape over her mouth, which elicited greater hysteria. I hushed her, telling her if she cried too hard it would cause her nose to stuff up and then she would suffocate. Tears rolled down her face as I kissed her on the forehead. I let her know that this cozy little cabin was going to be our tomb.

Mara screamed into the duct tape.

I secured Mara’s feet to the bed as well and then stepped outside. Mara’s eyes scanned the room to see if anything could be done. All the lights were on. There was a strange looking large tube with a cap screwed on top over the opening, coming in through the bedroom window. There was duct tape over any gaps where air could get in. She frowned, trying to understand what was going on.

To add to the bewilderment, she heard the familiar sound of her Jeep starting. She wondered to herself, “Is Anna going to leave me here?”

I burst into the room with labored breathing, holding towels. I placed the towels at the bottom of the door. I duct taped the seams. I saw Mara working hard to take long deep breaths in an effort not to hyperventilate.

I told her I loved her, despite everything. I kissed her over the duct tape on top of her mouth. I calmly went to the window and unscrewed the top off of the pipe. As I did, I released a hazy cloud of exhaust fumes. I had connected the Jeep’s exhaust to the tubing and placed a brick on top of the accelerator. I knew I didn’t have long before I passed out in this tiny room.

I quickly jumped into bed and held Mara. She was sobbing and violently thrashing around. I held on for dear life (well, dear death) and took big breaths, filling my lungs each time.

Soon Mara and I both went still. No more beating from inside our chests.

The car continued to run.

Back home, Greyson lay dead on the floor, a belly full of poisoned casserole.

Here is your new prompt:

You meet someone new on the internet. She is cute and silly but runs her own depression blog. She is a bit pathetic with her myriad of issues, and you honestly pity her. She makes pleas constantly about wanting someone to end her life. You decide to test her and see if she actually wants someone to kill her or if she’s just a bit or a drama queen. Either way you’re going to have your fun and satisfy your need to end another persons life. You use the clues she leaves on her blog to track her down. You so enjoy taking complete control of another person and sending them to the afterlife.

[acutabovetherest]

I’ve pondered this question for a long time and I’m curious what y’all think! Feel free to comment too.

Is it unethical to make new friends when you are going to die? (Could be any death reason: terminal illness, suicide, MAID, etc)

Yes, is it unethical

No, it’s not unethical

No, as long as you give some sort of disclaimer

Voting ended onJan 18

[acutabovetherest]

Please tell me you see my logic

The world is controlled by money

Money is needed to meet basic needs let alone to live in comfort

Disabled = unable to make money

Have to sacrifice health and wellness to force yourself to be a wage slave

AND/ or

Submit to living in poverty, just trying to scrape by but never quite making it

Loss of dignity, security, wellbeing

Don’t want to lose access to loved ones, joy, hobbies and good times

But

It’s too expensive to stay alive