[ WP ] A man tries to commit suicide 50 times but something always stops him . It is almost as if the universe wants him to stay alive .

I've always been mediocre, hardly ever failing, but never fully succeeding at my ambitions. School, music, writing, jobs, and woman. Not once was I successful in these categories. Forever stuck in limbo with nowhere to go. 
 
 Once again, I stand here in my bedroom cogitating on these things. Forty-nine times before I've stood here on this rickety stool. Forty-nine times before I placed this sweat stained rope around my neck. 
 
 My phone vibrates in my pocket. Forty-nine times before I have awoken from this suicidal trance and pulled out my phone. 
 
 It was her. Just like the forty-nine other times. 
 
 A simple text message with a simple question. 
 
 “ Want to come over? ” 
 
 I stare at the bright screen, bold letters, and her name for a long while. Fifty times this woman has foiled my plans. You could say she is my savior, or a guardian angel. She is the cause of all this. The last straw, if you will. 
 
 I shamefully remove the sweat soaked rope from around my neck, shakily step down from the stool, and make my way to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, and investigate the red, irritated ring around my neck. I ’ m not too concerned with it, and I ’ ll just make up an excuse like always. I splash some water on my face, change my clothes, and head to her place. 
 
 When I get there, she welcomes me at the door with a hug and friendly kiss. I wonder to myself if she knows what preceded this encounter. I always wonder if she knows what she stopped from happening just thirty minutes prior. She walks me to over to the couch and we take a seat. 
 
 “ Your neck is always so red when you come over! ” She says. “ Are you just nervous to see me? ” 
 
 I crack a smile, close my eyes, and move in to kiss her moist lips. 
 
 I open my eyes, and reality begins to set in. Phone still in my hand. No text message on the screen this time. 
 
 I kick the stool out from under me. 

