Chronicle of a Suicide

By Franklin Díaz

A narrative of a suicide, and all the fundamental causes and circumstances that surrounded it.

It is a chronicle narrated in the first person by its author, about the culmination of the circumstances that pushed a young real estate agent to commit the greatest barbarity that any human can commit against themselves; suicide.

It is a detailed explanation of the events that drove him to madness, that drove him to the abyss of obsession.

The story starts with a change of office address, to a location in which our protagonist meets the cause of his delirium; a beautiful young lady who had just turned sixteen.

The very day they met, both were automatically charmed by one another, and influenced by loving emotions.

However, as time passed, their family bonds (they are cousins), the girl's toxic influence, and her immaturity drive things towards a fatality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Franklin Díaz
• Release date: Jun 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201031749

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Chronicle of a Suicide

by

Franklin A. Díaz Lárez

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Chronicle of a Suicide

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Book description:

A narrative of a suicide, and all the fundamental causes and circumstances that surrounded it.

It is a chronicle narrated in the first person by its author, about the culmination of the circumstances that pushed a young real estate agent to commit the greatest barbarity that any human can commit against themselves; suicide.

It is a detailed explanation of the events that drove him to madness, that drove him to the abyss of obsession.

The story starts with a change of office address, to a location in which our protagonist meets the cause of his delirium; a beautiful young lady who had just turned sixteen.

The very day they met, both were automatically charmed by one another, and influenced by loving emotions.

However, as time passed, their family bonds (they are cousins), the girl’s toxic influence, and her immaturity drives things towards a fatality.

This is the story of how I put an end to my life, and of the causes and events that took me to such a decision.

It all started the day that I decided to associate with my uncle Rafael, and change the location of my small real estate agency. After many talks and negotiations, we decided that the best choice was to switch to a larger, roomier location. The office space, next to the pharmacy owned by two of my aunts, was the winning option.

The day of the move, I was woken at seven A.M. sharp. In shock by the telephone, causing me to spring into a sitting position. I extended my arm to the bedside table, held the receiver to my ear, and listened. It was the moving company. They were already waiting for me at my old office. I forgot to set an alarm before going to sleep, or it had already gone off and, like in many previous occasions, I ignored it.

--What time are you coming? --asked Conrado, an old acquaintance who had previously helped me move locations--; I am already here with the helpers.

--Where are you? Who is there? --I asked, half-asleep and dazed.

--Are you still asleep? Where else would I be? At the entrance to your office.

--Oh ok, excuse me -- I said, finally coming to be fully awake--. It slipped my mind. Go help around there with your men, and send me the bill afterwards. I’ll be there in about half an hour.

--Ok, ok… -- He said, and hung up.

I leaped straight into the shower. Quickly washed myself and brushed my teeth. Comfortable clothing would be fine. Today was going to be a day of hard work.

I decided to go there by foot. At that time, it was a better choice. Traffic would be so dense that I would have taken just as long by car, and my old office was just a few blocks away from where I lived.

«Better for me – I thought --; that way I can be fully awake by the time I get there».

It was quarter past seven in the morning by the time I left the house, and it was already quite hot. The sky was totally clear, without a single cloud, and the sun was beating down. The sky was a brilliant, shining blue color. I could tell that it was going to be one of those days with lots of sun, lots of heat.

It usually took twenty minutes to walk from my house to the office. That day I took longer; around half an hour. I stopped at a cafeteria halfway and ordered a freshly squeezed orange juice. It gave me an unpleasant burning sensation in my stomach. I also bought two cheese patties, and ate them right there. I liked them freshly made, freshly fried. Then, I drank a very dark coffee. I paid, and continued my way.

When I arrived at my destination, I saw Conrado there with two tan, large, strong men. He had parked his old van in front of the building, and another one of his helpers was busy unwrapping a massive canvas sailcloth, the type they used to cover merchandise.

«This Conrado is such a responsible man» --I thought.

It was around four o’clock, give or take, by the time we finished the job. We had to make two trips. The wrapping, loading, unloading and reparation of everything had taken all day. You always think you have very few belongings, but the moment you have to move everything is the moment you truly realize how mistaken you were.

At that time of day, the sun frantically continued to beat down on us. Its fire was so intense that one had to walk around with squinting eyes and a wrinkled forehead. I felt as if I could spontaneously combust at any moment. The heat and sweat had soaked through our clothing, and some of the men had sweat streaming down their temples, which accumulated in little droplets on their foreheads, sometimes dripping off their chins.

I said goodbye to Conrado and his men with a handshake, and an envelope with their pay. They left happier about money they had in their pockets, than about the job well done. I was careful to be more generous with them than the previously agreed price. The care they put into the job had left me pleasantly surprised. They barely left any work for me.

I, contrary to them, was happy with the job well done. I felt that odd sensation that came with new beginnings, that I was closing one chapter of my life to start another. My new office was finally taking on the hues that I wanted. Everything was slowly adapting to fit my taste; paintings in their place, the main seat, the desk, the shelves with their books, my belongings, etc.…

My pharmacist aunts were also happy.

«Look how nice! -- Said Zulay, the youngest--, now we will have neighbors to talk to! ».

«Well… -- I joked--; In reality, I’m here to work». Everyone laughed.

My uncle, and new business partner, was called Rafael Ernesto, although people affectionately called him: Rafaelito. He had already moved into the new office, although it took him less effort, as all he had to do was buy a desk and chair. The store he bought them from delivered and installed everything.

I was the one that contributed the rest of the furniture, as previously agreed. This consisted of; three items in the drawing room (one with three work stations, and the other two having one work station each); the secretary’s desk with her chair and computer; the chairs for the customers (two in the reception area, two in my office, and another two in Rafael Ernesto’s office); the wall decorations (consisting of two large paintings: one painted by Joseff, my somewhat effeminate amateur artist cousin, and another painted by Sergio, an old childhood friend who now taught painting classes at the university); the bins, an executive fridge, the umbrella bin, a coffee machine; some cups, plates and cutlery; the two air conditioning machines; three wooden bookshelves, and the more than three hundred books from my personal collection, alongside some stationery and cleaning supplies.

My secretary also came along to help. She was a pretty girl with light eyes, pale skin, and auburn hair, about twenty-two years old. Discrete, neat, and introverted. She was always well dressed, and knew how to put everyone in the right place at the right time, using gentle yet firm suggestions and kind words. She has been with me since I started up in the city center, about two years ago. We felt great respect and admiration for one another. We got along just as much as a boss should get along with his secretary, without any excesses in familiarity. Her mother had been a family friend since my infancy.

My new neighbors were a gang of women consisting of my two pharmacist aunts and their two helpers; both being my cousins. We had barely interacted throughout our lives. Our relationships had always been very distant. They were related to me on my mother's side, and she distanced herself from them while I was still young. I could tell that they were excited by my presence, and by the move. They made jokes, laughed, whistled, and sang. They spent the whole day helping me fix all the things in the office. My pharmacist aunts were called Aura and Zulay. Both were over forty years old.

Aura became a widower ten years back. She had retired