Death. It happens to everyone eventually. However not everyone gets a chance for rebirth. My first death was suicide. When I 'woke up' from that I decided to burn down my former life, rather than relive it, and start anew. My story starts at 3 in the morning on a bridge.
My life sucked. As a cop I see it all, pedophiles selling child porn out in the open, homeless people killing each other for scraps of food, and kids living on the streets. I can't handle it anymore. At 26 years old I finally cracked. My wife ran off with another man and took my boy with her. If he IS mine.
I stood atop the bridge, bottle of scotch in my hand, and decided to end it all here and now. Ropes can go wrong, bullets are too messy, and pills are for women. I put a note in my sisters locker at the station, she wouldn't be getting out till 4 in the morning. Its 3 now, plenty of time to finish it. I pull myself on to the rails, take a deep breath, and take the plunge.
Heading quickly towards the water my perception of time slowed down. My body was moving fast, but my mind was seeing everything in slow motion. I look up at the bridge in time to see my sister jumping off after me. Chief must have sent her home early. Idiot, she won't make it in time to save me.
I hit the water hard, and all goes blank. I wake up to hear my sister panting for breath. The hard rock beneath me tells me I'm still alive. "You selfish fuck! If you die I'll have nothing left you hear me. I love you Jason, don't you fucking die on me!" She began performing CPR. I felt sorry. I was so ashamed, and selfish. Her husband was gunned down by the Taliban over in Iraq. We had moved in together to keep our spirits up. It was then that I started realizing the stupidity of what I had done.
COUGH COUGH COUGH! The water rushed out of my lungs as I gasped for air. I decided to live, not for me, but for Jesse. I couldn't leave her all alone. "Selfish fucker," she was mad, "I love you, without you I might as well die too!" "Don't say that! I'm sorry. I realize what I did was stupid, but don't ever, ever say you want to die. I need you!"
We looked into each others eyes and I felt a connection. That missing piece of my soul was right in front of me the entire time! "Jesse, I have an idea. Do you know what a phoenix is?" "A what? Listen you almost fucking died, now is not the time to get all spiritual with me. We need to get you to a hospital." Her anger was slowly turning into fear, fear for my life. "Just listen. When a phoenix dies it burns itself, and from the ashes of its former life it begins anew. I have an idea to escape from all this. This city is choking me. I nearly committed suicide! Its time for a change. Lets burn down our old life, and run away. Change everything, our name, our address, our friends, everything!!" I looked in her eyes as she considered it. "o-okay... I'll go with you, but," she leaned in and kissed me on the lips, "In our new life, can I be your wife?"
We ran to her car and got in, heading first for our apartment. Quickly we packed a suitcase full of clothes and our most prized possessions. We met up in the living room and I decided to make a move. Grabbing her shoulders, I pulled her in and kissed her. She pulled me close to her body, I could feel the heat coming off of her. We stripped off our wet clothes and fell to the ground. I slid my cock slowly into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me all the way into her.
I started bucking my hips faster and faster, as she began panting my name and digging her nails deep into my back. I kissed her just as I came, filling her pussy up with my cum. We rolled around on the floor kissing and caressing one another. I pushed her onto her back and began nibbling on her little pink nipples. She moaned, but after a minute of that she grabbed my hair and forced me further down her soft body. As a cop she became a bit of a tomboy, and wasn't afraid to get what she wanted. I licked her cunt as my cum started dribbling out. "Swallow it" she barked at me. I did as she said, making her smile more.
After she came we kissed one more time in our old life and got dressed. She took our suitcases out to the car as I made final preparations. As a cop you pick up a few things. I called my friend Tom and told him to make sure they don't investigate into our 'death' to deeply. I loosened the gas going to the stove and lit a candle. This was it. Our old life ended as we drove away, our apartment burning down behind us. To the world, Jesse and Jason Thurston were dead. We left New York behind us, and headed for our new life in Maine.
Mr and Mrs Chevalier were going to need some convincing documents, a new car, a new house, and a new job. But none of that mattered right then. What mattered is my sister 'Debra' was sitting next to me, holding my hand, and resting her head on my shoulder. I loved her dearly and was going to live every day of my life for her. Life was good. And hopefully it was going to get even better.
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