Suicidal Bridal, the perfect storm
By LyTer Green
For months Jade thought about death constantly. As she approached the end she wondered if everything she’d heard about dying was true. She thought of moments in her life, approaching a white light, everything going dark and no more purpose. It was too late now, she couldn’t back down. She pulled the trigger.
She entered the brilliant spotlight into an all white place with gold and silver and angels carrying baskets of flowers throwing them as she entered the room. So this is “heaven” she thought. It didn’t live up to the hype. Jade thought of her last days and all she had prepared to make it to this place. Maybe all she’d heard was false. Besides, what did her three friends know about this unfamiliar territory?
Two months before Jade pulled the trigger she was bombarded by an unwavering question. Jade was an entrepreneur with a publishing house, ad agency, and clothing line under her corporate logo “LG”. If Jade wanted something she extended her arm and took it, simple as that. She saw the world as her blank canvas and she painted with splurges of passion taking breaks when she desired. When Jade didn’t know an answer she took it from someone who did. This feeling of uncertainty was new to Jade.
“It’s suicide Jade,” Carmen ranted. She continued.
“Suicide. Why would you do this to yourself? I can see the headline now, ‘Successful entrepreneur throws career and life away. She is survived by three friends Carmen, Jasmine, and Desirea.’ Think about it.”
“Jade, you have everything to live for, you’re so young, I agree with Carmen on this one,” Jasmine always sided with Carmen.
Atleast Jade could count on Desirea to keep her grounded or pull her out.
“I think you should do it,” Desirea said.
“Desirea!”
“I can’t believe you, I mean it’s you, you think she should do it are you insane?”
Carmen and Jasmine objected to Desirea’s advice.
Jade had a decision to make and with Desirea’s approval she made the decision but she wouldn’t tell her friends.
“Just because you’ve had a streak of bad luck in business doesn’t mean you need to hang yourself. I can’t believe you Jade,” Carmen left and Jasmine followed.
“Between you and I, I think it has to be done. I know it seems unlikely that I would approve of such a thing but if it makes you happy do it. Happiness by all means necessary,” Desirea sealed the last sentence with a wide smile at Jade and left.
Jade had an immeasurable amount of work to complete before the day. There was the ceremonial procedure, wardrobe; even the dead should look nice, and rounding up her family to celebrate the wonderful life of their 29 year old businesswoman. What would they think of when they saw her in the church, lifeless? Her family saw Jade as an energetic go-getter, now they would see a side of Jade she tried to protect them from. Jade pushed on trying not to think of her family and the surprise she would give them.
Her friends rarely consumed her thoughts in her final months. She had to dispel them in order to protect them as well. Jade decided not to tell her friends instead she would surprise them too. They would probably talk and cry on their way to the church. So much to do in so little time, dying was no easy task; it required as much work as she put in to building her business.
The day had come and Jade was nervous. Outside the sun shone, kids played in their dresses and tuxedos, adults whispered gossip, and three men waited to pass Jade to the other side. The church was filled with tears and emotions of all sorts. She entered the brilliant spotlight into an all white place with gold and silver and angels carrying baskets of flowers throwing them as she entered the room. So this is “heaven” she thought. It didn’t live up to the hype. Jade thought of her last days and all she had prepared to make it to this place. Maybe all she’d heard was false. Her father walked her down the aisle, to her groom; her groom said his vows and the pastor sealed the deal. Another closed deal.
Months before, Jade’s business was almost failing. As a resourceful woman Jade reached out and grabbed the answer to her problem, Jonathan. She married Jonathan, a successful investor and businessman and divorced him a month later after he had emptied his pockets into her business accounts. Marriage was suicide to her single, successful friends. She surrounded herself with women as business driven as herself. To be a successful, single career woman and get married was death. Only Desirea had understood Jade’s motives.
Martini glasses clinked as they toasted to the perfect wedding. “For the love of money,” they toasted, with smiles as sinister as weddings.
By LyTer Green
For months Jade thought about death constantly. As she approached the end she wondered if everything she’d heard about dying was true. She thought of moments in her life, approaching a white light, everything going dark and no more purpose. It was too late now, she couldn’t back down. She pulled the trigger.
She entered the brilliant spotlight into an all white place with gold and silver and angels carrying baskets of flowers throwing them as she entered the room. So this is “heaven” she thought. It didn’t live up to the hype. Jade thought of her last days and all she had prepared to make it to this place. Maybe all she’d heard was false. Besides, what did her three friends know about this unfamiliar territory?
Two months before Jade pulled the trigger she was bombarded by an unwavering question. Jade was an entrepreneur with a publishing house, ad agency, and clothing line under her corporate logo “LG”. If Jade wanted something she extended her arm and took it, simple as that. She saw the world as her blank canvas and she painted with splurges of passion taking breaks when she desired. When Jade didn’t know an answer she took it from someone who did. This feeling of uncertainty was new to Jade.
“It’s suicide Jade,” Carmen ranted. She continued.
“Suicide. Why would you do this to yourself? I can see the headline now, ‘Successful entrepreneur throws career and life away. She is survived by three friends Carmen, Jasmine, and Desirea.’ Think about it.”
“Jade, you have everything to live for, you’re so young, I agree with Carmen on this one,” Jasmine always sided with Carmen.
Atleast Jade could count on Desirea to keep her grounded or pull her out.
“I think you should do it,” Desirea said.
“Desirea!”
“I can’t believe you, I mean it’s you, you think she should do it are you insane?”
Carmen and Jasmine objected to Desirea’s advice.
Jade had a decision to make and with Desirea’s approval she made the decision but she wouldn’t tell her friends.
“Just because you’ve had a streak of bad luck in business doesn’t mean you need to hang yourself. I can’t believe you Jade,” Carmen left and Jasmine followed.
“Between you and I, I think it has to be done. I know it seems unlikely that I would approve of such a thing but if it makes you happy do it. Happiness by all means necessary,” Desirea sealed the last sentence with a wide smile at Jade and left.
Jade had an immeasurable amount of work to complete before the day. There was the ceremonial procedure, wardrobe; even the dead should look nice, and rounding up her family to celebrate the wonderful life of their 29 year old businesswoman. What would they think of when they saw her in the church, lifeless? Her family saw Jade as an energetic go-getter, now they would see a side of Jade she tried to protect them from. Jade pushed on trying not to think of her family and the surprise she would give them.
Her friends rarely consumed her thoughts in her final months. She had to dispel them in order to protect them as well. Jade decided not to tell her friends instead she would surprise them too. They would probably talk and cry on their way to the church. So much to do in so little time, dying was no easy task; it required as much work as she put in to building her business.
The day had come and Jade was nervous. Outside the sun shone, kids played in their dresses and tuxedos, adults whispered gossip, and three men waited to pass Jade to the other side. The church was filled with tears and emotions of all sorts. She entered the brilliant spotlight into an all white place with gold and silver and angels carrying baskets of flowers throwing them as she entered the room. So this is “heaven” she thought. It didn’t live up to the hype. Jade thought of her last days and all she had prepared to make it to this place. Maybe all she’d heard was false. Her father walked her down the aisle, to her groom; her groom said his vows and the pastor sealed the deal. Another closed deal.
Months before, Jade’s business was almost failing. As a resourceful woman Jade reached out and grabbed the answer to her problem, Jonathan. She married Jonathan, a successful investor and businessman and divorced him a month later after he had emptied his pockets into her business accounts. Marriage was suicide to her single, successful friends. She surrounded herself with women as business driven as herself. To be a successful, single career woman and get married was death. Only Desirea had understood Jade’s motives.
Martini glasses clinked as they toasted to the perfect wedding. “For the love of money,” they toasted, with smiles as sinister as weddings.
