“Yeah. See you ‘round, Jewel.”
The waves lapped against her body, rolling against the side of the boat behind her. It was… weirdly calming. She felt kinda like one of those monks sitting underneath a waterfall for hours.
“Hey, Jewel?”
Seconds passed. The gentle shushing sound of the ocean, and the breeze flowing through her hair, was interrupted by the annoying bastard bitch beep of her collar. So that was it then, huh? Her communication with Jewel was totally kaput? She’d pretty much figured that was the case, and she hadn’t actually had anything more to say to her, but, like. Y’know. She knew that this was what she wanted, fuck, what she
needed to do. Every other option sounded insanely shitty, at this point, and probably would have led to the exact same outcome, just with a bottle of pills or a long walk off a short ledge instead.
But she still wasn’t totally
ready for it, y’know? She doubted anybody would be. Like, she was counting down the seconds until her fucking neck disintegrated into a bloody mist, for fuck’s sake, that was really kinda fucked up!
So, like, was this the time for last words, then? She’d already kinda got her fill in, talking with Jewel. But, hey. Laura was always pretty fuckin’ good at getting the last word in edgeways. She supposed she hadn’t told her parents to fuck off yet. She could do that. But was she really gonna spend what might be her very last few seconds on earth doing something that petty, rather than letting bygones be bygones, forgive and forget, all that shit?
“Yo, Mom, Dad? You can both go fuck yourselves. Kristian, you’re pretty okay, I guess.”
Yes, she sure as fuck was.
She hummed something, a tune that vaguely could be interpreted as
Taps performed by a drunk on a piece of tissue paper and comb. She untied the bandana holding her plait together, shaking her hair free, letting it fall in messy strands down her back and letting the length of fabric go, dropping it into the water. She watched it float away, bobbing gently, a small red streak slashed into the slate grey water. If she was gonna go down, then she was gonna go down as just herself. Just Laura Hakštok. No embellishments, no reminder of this show. Just her.
She did, of course, have one last thing she needed to do. She always had to get the last word in, remember?
“Everybody else?” she said, voice clear and confident. “You all heard what Jewel said, right? That she had a secret to tell me, yeah? Bet you’re all itching to hear what it is, huh? Well, lemme fucking give you all the deets, right here. She told me-”
With a huge, shark-tooth grin, she grabbed tightly to the ladder and pushed herself down, down below the surface of the water, grabbing onto the very bottom rung to keep herself tethered, surrounded by the murky, endless sea.
There was a muffled string of electronic beeping. Then there was a shockwave that rippled the water and rocked the boat, jostling her makeshift flag. And then, finally, there was nothing.
JL10: LAURA HAKŠTOK
DECEASED