How to end

Butte, Montana

John Johnson was born a hefty 9 pounds and 4 ounces in Merryweather Hostpital near Butte Montanna.  Hi father was a copper-minor, and John desired to be a minor too.  His mother was a homemaker and worried for the day where John would be old enough to mine.  However when John reached age 13 his father fell ill from unknown toxins and died a month later.   The death convinced John that his mother was right to worry, and John’s grade’s immediately began to improve, especially in Mathematics.  John graduated highschool with a 3.8 gradepoint average and set off to the Nixon bussiness academy in Wyoming.  He zipped through the program and secured a job as an accountant for a lumber company after only three years.

John moved to a cute town in the suburbs in what was considered a large house for the 1950s.  It was the perfect neighborhood except for a possible serial killer who had left a group of five bodies in the woods nearby.  Despite how well things were going in the material sense, he suffered socially.  He had few opportunities to make friends because his co-workers were all lumberjacks and he couldn’t relate to them.  Naturally, John grew lonely (although he refused to reach out to his mother who was even more lonely).  Instead he became an alcoholic while maintaining his career as an accountant.  One evening (among many) John found himself driving his car while the world spun (aided by alcohol).  Instead of parking in his garage he parked in a stranger’s garage (the garage looked similar).  When the neighbor heard noises in the floor below he got out his shotgun and crept downstairs suspecting the serial killer from the papers might be in the house.  When the neighbor saw John get out of his car he fired.  John was hit by 10 shot-gun pellets in the gut and died in the hospital one day later from internal bleeding.

It was later revealed that the papers were in error, and there was no serial killer.  The bodies belonged to a suicide club.  The suicide letters were recently found in a single large envelope stamped “returned to the sender” due to a non-existent zip code.

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One thought on “How to end

  1. Good story. And a pretty aptly-named title, too. The ending made me go back to the beginning and think about how any little thing could have gone differently for this guy.

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