Ten Tonne Skeleton It's been so long since I've posted a story here. Does anyone even remember me? I'm the person behind Childish War. If you liked that, I hope you like this new one! If you're queasy, you probably won't like it though. So, horror alert. Also, this story is named after a song by Royal Blood. I strongly suggest checking them out cause they're pretty great. You're welcome. Enjoy. My life had already ended long before I tried to end the carcass that was left behind. That's why I had no qualms about suicide; no lasting connections to the corporeal world. The "I" that existed was only a machine which wasted energy and resources. I had no job, no family, no girlfriend, no dreams, and no future. The only thing I had keeping me attached to the outside world was the Internet, which had been cut off after several months of overdue bills and fees. Really, it was inevitable, but seeing my last lifeline being cut off made me realize I needed to cut off my existence as well. So in no time at all, I found myself standing on the roof of my cheap, 6-story studio apartment. The wooden floor beneath me looked so rotten I might fall through anyway, but to be absolutely sure I fell far enough, I'd have to step off into the open air. Maybe if I was lucky, I'd get hit by one of the hundreds of cars below. That'd make someone's day. I chuckled at the thought of some John Doe scrubbing my entrails off of the hood of their car, blood splattered across their windshield and limbs stuck in the wheels. The horrified faces of his children but a brilliant scar on the faces of their childhoods. Not that I'd be around to see it, anyway. With that final thought, I stepped off the roof. Falling was nothing like I'd thought it'd be. For instance, I was conscious the whole time, but not in the slow-motion, dreamlike way. I couldn't hear myself, but I knew I was screaming at the top of my lungs. My body flipped and flailed in the air like some sort of half-filled balloon. That was when I rebounded off of the building, sending a searing pain down my leg. Within a second, I splattered on the ground. My arms took the direct hit, crushing them to what I can only imagine as strawberry jelly. Next was my chest, which jerked my neck down into the floor. Everything finally went black once my chin inverted back into my mouth. ~<>~ The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the unmistakable texture of broken teeth and blood in my mouth. I tried to spit them out, but any movement of my jaw felt sharp enough to leave a gash. Instead, I let the blood continue to seep out of the corner of my mouth. By that time, I could tell my entire face felt wet and sticky. And of course, flattened. I let out a sickening moan. "Ew, it's still alive," I heard through the white pain. I felt a foot on the side flip me onto my back. Blood rushed to the back of my throat and blocked my already delicate airway. Coughing was even worse than moving my jaw. With whatever strength I had left, I forced myself back onto my side.