Jayce

Nevada. 1987.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

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[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

Jayce shuffles the bills in his hand, hesitating for only a moment before pointing up to the wall. “Let me get three 44’s, five 36’s, two 19’s…”

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

Every following scratcher ends similarly. Card after card, he wins the equivalent of the purchase’s value. He supposes he can’t complain much, at least he broke even. The counter clerk counts out his ‘winnings’ passing the cash across the counter.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

Every following scratcher ends similarly. Card after card, he wins the equivalent of the purchase’s value. He supposes he can’t complain much, at least he broke even. The counter clerk counts out his ‘winnings’ passing the cash across the counter.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

After paying for the tickets, Jayce lifts one for a critical inspection. Admittedly, working at the bar as a hardly-functioning alcoholic probably wasn’t the best idea.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

His face falls at the results. *One dollar. One dollar. One dollar*. He slumps against the counter. “Oh, fuck off.”

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

Mama always said you should spend your first paycheck on anything you want. And I, for one, am feeling LUCKY.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

“Alright. Write your contact on a napkin there. 8 A.M. Don’t be late.”

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

Jayce stumbles into the run down bar sometime before noon. He practically floats past the tables to take a seat at the bar, where he catches the bartender’s attention. “I, uh, was wondering if you were hiring? I need a job.”

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

“Got somewhere to stay?” The man asks.

“...Working on it.” Jayce admits shamefully.

“No shame in starting over, I suppose.” He pauses, as if considering him. “Can you start tomorrow?”

“Yes.” Jayce supplies immediately.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

He lays there for a while, soaking up the embarrassment of failing at even ending his own life. Once he’d sulked long enough, and the morning sun shone through the slats of the old shed, he stood up. He dusted himself off, leaving the shed in a state of destruction.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

TW // SUICIDE ATTEMPT (NON GRAPHIC)

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

But as he moves to slip his head through the loop, part of the barrel crumbles under his foot. As it topples, he gasps, pulling on the rope to save himself, only to yank the old, rotted wood beam down with it. He hits the ground just inches out of the way of the debris.