Helium Balloons

“She slit her wrists,” Joshua says it more like a statement than a question.

Selena nods with pursed lips. “I am so sorry-”

Joshua stares at her, looking as pale as a white crayon on white paper. He then slowly looks down with wide eyes. "No, no-” He looks up and momentarily frowns before smiling at her. “It’s-it’s rather poetic.”

My lips part at his red nose and flushed cheeks. He doesn’t look okay. He doesn’t feel okay. And that unnerves me because I thought Joshua’s knowing would be the easiest of all.

Selena looks at him pitifully as he stares at the ground and frowns. I straighten up and Selena looks up alertly when he starts gagging. I watch him curl both his hands into fists and press one to his stomach and the other to his chest. I feel myself deflating but I don’t think that’s the case, because if so, I should’ve stopped ‘floating/gliding’ and hit the ground. My feet should’ve found some support.

I guess, after all, I don’t float around. I’m not filled with air or the helium that makes balloons float. Because simply- I’m not a balloon. I am something damned and cursed. I don’t bring merriness to people’s lives. I make people cry and barf.

Definitely not a balloon. And Joshua’s knowing is definitely the hardest and I hate it.

Selena reaches out for him and together they round a corner and presumably enter a bathroom. I’m however incapable of following him this time so I stand frozen in my place as I hear Joshua continue dry heaving and gagging.

I don’t want to see him like that. I can’t see him like that and I hate that his feelings still matter to me. I hate that not seeing his arrogant, cocky self makes me worry about him. And it’s crazy because why am I worrying when all he’s been today was human? Why am I worried now? Wasn’t that the Joshua I fell for? The soft, vulnerable one?

Joshua yells and groans and I get confused because I thought I bored him and that he despised me.

Slowly, I walk by the wall to the bathroom’s wide-open door. Joshua is on the floor next to the toilet seat and Selena is planted next to him with a concerned look. They are whispering to each other and I decide that I’m way too curious to watch from the sidelines. I need to hear what he thinks about me. About my action. I need to know if he blames himself.

I enter the bathroom with a gulp. It’s all too scary. Too heart-wrenching despite all the pain he has put me through.

“I wanted to tell her some things-” He whispers to his older sister who’s holding his hands and looking in his eyes to comfort him. The back of his head with his messy hair and his sister’s facial expressions are all I can see.

“It’s not your fault-”

Oh, but it is.

“You don’t understand-” He tells her and I clench my fists, waiting for some sort of answer. Some confession that he was a jerk.

“Josh-”

He takes a deep, shaky breath and shakes his head. “I-I- She hates me-” He sobs out, dropping his head. But all I can think of, as I hold my breath, is how the Earth isn’t flat, how the Sun doesn’t move, and how I don’t hate him at all.

“Don’t be ridiculous-” Selena says and I nod absently.

“I broke her heart-” He pants out, running a shaky hand through his hair mob. “I can’t forgive myself-” He shakes his head and I start sniffing. “I can’t- you don’t understand. Better. I wanted to become better-”

“Understand what?” Selena breathes out and Joshua slowly looks up at her. He says nothing and I inhale, shutting my eyes.

“I thought you didn’t care about her.” Selena continues slowly and my nonexistent heart drops. “I mean that’s what you said.”

Joshua lowers his head and stays silent for a moment. “That’s what I said-” He whispers brokenly and I frown confused. Is he denying or approving it? Not being able to see his face makes it even harder for me to understand, and honestly? I don’t have the guts to see it.

“I say go for a walk-” Selena suggests hesitantly. “Have a warm drink and come back. It’ll clear your head-”

Joshua stays silent. Selena sighs.

“Look, Josh, it has been one hell of a day. Your emotions are all over the place-” She continues to say. “Papa made things worse-”

“No-” He counters calmly. “Roseline made things worse. We both know she isn’t the fundamental problem-”

Selena looks away. “Her funeral’s tomorrow-”

Joshua looks to his right where I stand and I have to breathe. He then looks away and shakes his head. “I’m not going-”

My shoulders drop and Selena tsks.

“Josh-”

“I won’t go-” He interrupts and I sniff even more. Selena’s about to interject again but Joshua swiftly gets on his feet. He sways a bit before standing still and looking down at her.

“I won’t go-” He repeats, his voice strong and certain. It has lost its edge and it has lost me. He then turns around and I see his empty face. And I wonder what’s on his mind besides his desperate, confusing hatred for me.

He leaves the bathroom and I follow him out of despair and heartbreak, like a forgotten puppy. I let myself follow him even though I know that his absence at my funeral is rock bottom.

Because I thought death brings all the people together, no matter their disputes. I thought my death would be an exception.

I follow him into his room where I watch him stand with his hands in his hair as I sniff and sniff. Joshua breathes through his nose before he staggers toward his desk and picks up the paper he was drawing on.

He stares at the rose he drew before his lips frown and he slaps it back on the desk. He then grabs a pencil with a grunt and starts scribbling all over it. I stand behind him and watch his blurry back before he turns to me with the paper in his hands. He lifts it high so it covers his face and then very slowly rips it apart. His rose. He rips it out of existence. Almost ironic.

The last thing I see is two pieces of paper floating in the air and Joshua’s teary eyes before I’m ripped away from here too.

---

When all I can feel and touch is darkness, I hug myself and take a deep, shaky breath.

I am not okay. Through life and death, nothing’s been okay. It’s like peace only knows how to run away from me.

Because even here, where I’m six feet under, in this 'suicide community' or whatever, I’m not free from the demons that chased me. I’m not free from the shackles that imprisoned me.

Instead, I am given the chance to look into their lives. My people, my demons. I see what each of them is going through. I see them become less like demons and more like people with demons just like me.

Mom and Dad reconnected, with all their disputes forgotten, when they saw my dead body. It’s like they’ve finally realized their need for each other through the pain of my loss. It cost them me to see that.

Jacob, the cocky angel, cried for me and Aiden, the saint, got mad. That never happens. I’ve broken the natural order of stuff. Not forgetting Jacob’s bitterness against Mom and Dad, and Aiden’s subtle but positive support for it.

And then I got to know that there was someone capable of giving me all the love I yearned for. Capable of saving me from this brutal ending. Someone wrote about me in his journal and saved me in his big heart. William, ‘The Asthmatic Kid’, as Joshua’s squad would put it. He loved me despite being the ‘jerk’s girlfriend’.

I got to know that my favourite artist has a mask he painted on all the while. The mask he gets popular for in school. The mask of a strong, unbreakable kid. I get to know that he’s the son of an abusive alcoholic and that he won’t be there at my funeral for one final goodbye.

I got to discover different sides of people I love. Different, caring sides that could’ve saved me!

And so I blame it all on them. I blame them for all the smiles and words they’ve hidden; smiles that could’ve made my day slightly better. I hate them because they all ran away from me when I needed them the most.

And it kinda makes me sad, you know? Knowing that my salvation was a smile or a small talk. Realizing that I'm so small in people’s eyes. So small to even stand a chance at that.

It makes me thankful that I took away my life.

I’m sniffing to myself, crying for my doomed fate. An eternity of watching people I love yet who never cared enough bloom and move on. Forget about me.

“You are capable of crying after all.”

I lift my head and with parted lips, stare at a smiling Tobias. His coppery hair is all over the place and his hazel eyes are wide and anticipating. And I’m not sure whether I’m relieved or irritated, or both.

"You-” I gasp out. “I didn’t call-”

“I know, but I did-” He smirks. “I’ve called you, quite softly and gently and politely ‘Lady’ almost fifty times while I’m standing right here-” He points down. “I figured that you either don’t respond to acts of kindness or were just too mentally preoccupied to hear. I went with the former.”

I blink at him and exhale. “I’ve been alone for quite a while.”

Tobias steps closer and lifts a brow. “It is like that, you know?” He shrugs a shoulder. “Time in different ‘dimensions’ feels like an eternity of dealing with problems. It sucks.”

“Very much!” I rant out, feeling my nonexistent heart explode. “It feels like everything, everything isn’t the way I thought it would be-” The words gush out of my mouth. “I don’t know the people I thought I knew! I don’t understand them. I-I just jump from one dimension, or whatever, to another-” I wave my hands around. “I don’t get time to process one problem before diving into another-” I sniff. “And my emotions are just- are just-”

“All over the place?”

"All over the place!” I lock Tobias’ eyes. “I-I don’t get me. I think people are betraying me. And I think Joshua still loves me but what I saw was- ugh- difficult to explain!” I shake my head. “And most importantly, I think I hate this-” My shoulders drop. “I hate everything about it. This- this suffocating darkness-” I wave my hand around. “I hate this forced acquaintance-” I point between us. “I hate this feeling. The feeling like I’m hanging in between. I’m not existing, yet I'm not gone-” I clutch my head. “It’s driving me nuts, Tobias.”

I look up to find Tobias look absolutely stunned with a wide smile on his face. I frown irritatedly and cross my arms. His stare lingers.

“Seriously? That’s your reaction?” I pant out.

Tobias immediately straightens up and shakes his head. “Oh, ha, forgive me. It’s just-” He smiles again. “You used my name.”

“I, what-?" I then stop and raise my brows. “Really? How can you possibly miss that?”

“I haven’t heard someone say it for a while-” He continues, locking my eyes. "Ever since I died, basically. Sometimes I think I made my name up."

“Whatever-” I look away. “You can leave now. I’ve had it all out.”

“Okay, okay, hold up,” Tobias says, his smile dropping. “I’m sorry-”

“You should be,” I roll my eyes. “Now what?”

“Let’s just talk,” He says with a smile, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“What about?”

“About what you said-” He says. “I mean this ‘forced’ acquaintance should come with its benefits too, you know?”

“I’m in no mood for chit-chat, okay? I just told you how terrible I feel. It wasn’t a free ticket for ‘hey, let’s converse and build bridges’.” I remark.

“I think you need to talk.”

I lift my brows, knowing that he isn’t entirely wrong. “I don’t want to talk about what I said, okay?” I sigh. “I don’t want to feel more depressed.”

“Then let’s not.” He smiles again. “Let’s talk about different things.”

“I think you’re missing the fact that we’re dead. The thing closest to exciting that I got to see was my ex-boyfriend using a broomstick and my best friends making out.”

Tobias’ lips are a perfect ‘o’. “You’ve watched live porn!”

My eyes widen. “No, no. That’s not- It was just a kiss.” I lie.

“I’ve never kissed a girl.” He says animatedly and I smirk.

“Out of everything that happened to you, all the trauma- you choose to tell me this?” I smile despite myself and shake my head incredulously.

“I thought you’d find it quite amusing. My lips died as virgins.” He chuckles to himself. “Seventeen-year-old virgin lips.”

“It is amusing when you put it this way. Loser.”

“It’s okay, it never bothered me much.”

“If you attended my school, you’d be bullied for that,” I tell him honestly.

“I attended an all-boys boarding school.” He smiles. “We mostly all had virgin lips.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah-” He shrugs. “They were great times. I loved my friends. And teachers.”

“We’re complete opposites.”

“So-” He lifts his brow. “When was your first time?”

"My first kiss?” I shake my head. “It was fake. With my cousin. We were young and he might’ve seen it on TV and wanted to try it out with someone. I was his candidate.”

Tobias scoffs. “That’s an awful way to lose it. Your lips’ virginity.”

“At least I lost it,” I smirk and he shakes his head.

“You got me right there.”

“Aha-”

“So...which ‘dimension’ hurt you most?” He changes the topic. Mine was my best friend’s.”

My lips part. "Same! She didn’t even cry!” I complain to him. “And she continued making out my other best friend.”

“Oh-”

“Yes, ′oh’. It hurt but I hope I’m just making assumptions-” I tell him and he nods slowly.

“I hope you’re not making excuses-” He says slowly. “Like I did.”

I stare at his wide, honest eyes. “What happened?”

“I left a goodbye letter to him,” He says. “It had my apologies for everyone and all the explanations." He blinks. “Todd just ripped the letter. Made everyone think they were worthless of an explanation. I watched him die with the truth. Turned out he envied people’s love to me.”

“Oh,” I say. “I didn’t even write a letter.”

“It’s different, you know?” He says slowly. “I didn’t kill myself because people hated me. I killed myself for different reasons.” He averts his gaze, fidgeting with his fingers. “I loved my life. I loved everyone. I left them a letter to explain my... weaknesses.”

“What?” I ask curiously. “What are your weaknesses?”

Tobias smiles wistfully. “Well, to know that you have to upgrade my status from ‘forced’ to ‘enjoyable’ acquaintance.”

I smirk, shaking my head. “You wish.”

“At least, this secret is going to keep you motivated to start being nice.” He says.

“I told you how I lost my lips’ virginity!”

“That’s not being nice.”

“That’s the highest degree of possible niceness and decency,” I say, slightly disappointed, but I, of course, won’t push it.

A long pause.

“So, should I go now?” He asks with an evil smirk.

“You do know that you’re not addictive, right?” I ask rhetorically. “You do know I won’t sob for you to stay?”

“It’s only a matter of time. You hate being alone. We all do. Let your ego down this one time. You need me.”

“Well, it’s your lucky day today because I am feeling very dead and lonely,” I tell him with a small smile. “You may stay.”

“It’s an honour, your majesty-”

“Shut up.”

“I’ll be accompanying you wherever you go.”

“You wish."

“I’m annoying and you know it. If you keep rejecting me, I’ll just stick to your side 24/7 until, out of extreme exasperation, you’d let me go with you. Now, question is-” He leans in, lifts a finger. “-do you want to reach that level?” He raises a brow and smiles effortlessly.

“No.”

“Good. I’ll always be by your side.” He smiles, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Dead losers honor.”

And before I can fully understand what he said, we get sucked away.