[ 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 .

Another day, another visit to the emergency room. It seems a bit unfair. Some sort of karma, or luck, has been wasted over and over on someone as undeserving as me. Surely there's a kid with cancer, or a child living through a famine, that could use a miracle. But instead, its been wasted on the snapping of a rope, or a stomach pump. 
 
 Why does this keep happening? Or the better question I suppose... why do I keep letting this happen? I guess I could jump off a building but that just seems so... decisive. 
 
 Am I a coward? Am I incompetent? Or is there a bigger purpose for me? 
 
 I glance out the window. A sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, and to me it could n't seem any more bleak. Until it did. 
 
 A bang, louder than anything I've ever heard, erupts like a bomb. The window in front of me shatters. I can feel the glass crash against my body, cutting through skin. 
 
 Everything is white. My ears are ringing. As I regain my hearing, I hear a voice coming from the television in the lobby. I stagger out of the office to listen. 
 
 `` Humans, this is the Galactic Federation of the Allied Moons. In the interest of scientific advancement and general curiosity, we've come to acquire a living human sample. Only one will be necessary. If you comply with this request, there will be no further interruptions to your existence.'' 
 
 I limp out the door of the lobby and lay my eyes upon the largest aircraft I have ever seen. 
 
 `` Well... time for number 51.''
