[Suicide]

What if you could see what you look like in the future? What if you could take a train, through space and time, to that one moment when you really need to find yourself? Literally. That one moment, whenever it could save your life.

This train, "Riteousness", takes a journey to future suicide committers and take them to that exact moment when themselves really need it.

This is a story of love, friendship, and the ability to hold together through the toughest times.

Meggie

Age: 14

Death: Wristcutter

The bus driver took a long and painful sigh. This was the job that made so many people live, but not yet enough. Some children, as soon as they get there, they are too late. That is there fate, and is already decided. That is the exact moment they die, when they grow that age.

As this bus driver, took one last pipe of his cigarette, he shifted the gears. Meggie was the first stop of the day. They had 3 deaths out of 17 yestuday. It was a shame, it ususally never goes over 1. "I guess I better hurry, Meggie should just be going to sleep now. I don't want to haunt anyone's dreams in a while..."

Meggie's white house was very plesant looking, not like the rest of the pastel houses on her drive. Everything around the house seemed to be...a bit more cheery. Even the bus-driver had to hide that smile that wanted to drap across his face. It wasn't a smiling matter though. He came here to give Meggie one last chance to save herself from her future death. Almost every kid gets to do it, exept the unfortunate ones. The ones that they cannot reach in time, and it's over. But everyone had a time, and he guessed, it was theirs.

The moon hung over the sky just a bit lower than usual. As if it was bowing it's head to the bus. Since no one could see, or hear the bus, it was safe. Only one person, at one time, can hear it. And this time, it was Meggie. He honked the horn, and then twice. "Meggie!" He shouted out the open door.

[Meggie's Story]

Part: 1

I heard that sound of a bus, like a school bus. But it sounded distant and faint. Wondering what it was, I turned on my other side to the window. "What the..." Whispering to myself, I stretched, and then threw the covers to the other side of the bed. It was too late for a night bus, and they never came passed my house anyway.

As soon as I looked out the window, I was a bit more confused. This bus was a dark, purple color, and it was empty. I knew that it was dumb to go over to the front door and look at it from there. But I did it anyway. There was this man that looked like he was truley uncomfortable. His eyes were peircing me, as if I was the Satan itself. His goatee was dark and unmanaged. There was barley any hair a top his head. I gave him a weird look too. It looked like HE was Satan. A dunken, truck-driven' Satan.

He threw his head back, and it seemed like a gesture to get on the bus. I didn't want too. But I grabbed the hand-rail, and pulled myself up.

What could happen to me? Better yet, as I thought about it, what could not happen to me?