$10,000,000 & 7 Days To Live - Pt.1

MY FINAL WISH. WHO EVER FINDS THIS BOOK AND THIS MONEY, DO GOOD BY IT. WRITE DOWN WHAT YOU DO WITH IT IN THIS BOOK. GOOD, BECAUSE TO DO BAD. - S.S.

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Day 1:

I was hesitant about doing this but... I'm to going die anyway. this will be a way for me to be remembered, probably be a little therapeutic too.

My name is Jacob Price.

I am 46.

I have 7 days to live.

My doctor said that if they'd have seen it sooner they could have given me more time, but ... there 't a good reason to get out of bed.

Now... I suppose ...

After the news from the doctor, there was a long pause and then I laughed. I think the doctor expected me to freak out or start crying but... I found it funny.

Nothing like a drive home after news like that. I saw a couple of homeless men on the way home and thought... "I wonder if they have it worse than me."

I got home. stayed outside for a bit. took in the sun that I haven't seen in days. saw a plane disappear into the clouds, and I saw the birds flying so free like into the trees. wish I could be as free as what I see in front of me. 've lost my will to even try.

got on my couch, laid there and listened to the silence of my home like I do.

3pm and this would be the time my ex-wife would come home from work... and the pool boy would take his break... figures.

it seems like everything reminds me of that I have lost, or that have left me, even the time passing by.

And today was the nail in the coffin thanks to that doctors visit and my attorney telling me to get myself check out.

All I feel now is nothing, and it makes me laugh.

What is the most terrible thing that could happen to a husband, a hard-working man, and a father? A cheating wife, a devil boss that took everything from me, and... missing my child.

now death is staring me straight in the face, and I can't help but laugh...

I feel like the Joker. On the borderline between sane and mad. I can laugh and I can feel the shaking of my hands that are filled with anger but I can also feel the breaths that I breathe being easy because I know nothing I can do.

I have been in check by life, the universe, God, or some elephant god, hell I don't know.

All I know is that I could't stop laughing.

Laughing.

Laughing.

Laughing.

Then BOOM!!!

...

I heard... what did I hear?

I was puzzled... because it didn't sound like a tree... and I don't think a squirrel or raccoon's weight could break my sheds roof from a pine tree's height.

open the sliding doors to my grill area in the backyard and sure enough, I see a big whole on the roof of my shed.

as I'm about to go over and check it out

CRASH!

Something else falls from the sky and lands on my glass dining table smashing everything and throwing the umbrella and glass shards my way.

I duck behind my stone grill and wait for anything else to hit the ground before I move a muscle.

Sure enough, two big splash into my pool. Like two small meteorites had chosen my pool to cool off in.

I wait about 15 seconds before I get up to check.

I peek to look at the dinning table and I see a big bag spilling out something but I can't make it out from here.

look into the pool but can't see anything from my I start making my way towards the pool.

As I make my way, cash starts floating down from the sky like leaves falling from the trees nearby.

I look to the sky and see nothing but green... and I'm baffled.

I run to the pool and am amazed to see a body floating in shallow end and another bag floating beneath my feet.

grab the bag and unzip it and find lots and lots of money.

've seen a lot of money before but never this much.

zip it back up and step back for a second, then I go to the shed to check and sure enough it's another bag.

bring all 3 bags inside with one of them spilling wads of cash while I waddle inside and sure enough all 3 must have millions inside.

search all 3 bag to see if anything else.

All I could find was a hand gun and this little black book with a note on the first page and initials.

I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight.

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Day 2:

I took the gasoline from the shed and poured it through the shed, through the back yard, through the living room and kitchen, all the way to my mail box.

I took one last look at my $100,000,000 home and saw all the pain it put me through.

Saying goodbye to the mortgage and the finished bathroom I was proud of for like 5 years.

I lit the lighter I found in my filled drawer and said goodbye.

I guess an explosion was something I was looking to but I didn't have time to watch it to the ground.

put my into my crappiest car, switched the license plate to an old temporary one I had in the trunk and... now I'm on my way... to do something... don't know what... don't have a bucket list but... want to do some crazy before I die. I'll do some good, but... It might all be bad. I don't care though, I'm going to die... should have aimed for someone else's pool.

Iknew I wanted some company too but I don't have friends like at all so...

stopped at a red light and saw a homeless man and kinda made him my sidekick in this.

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Jacob: "Hey you! Come over here."

Hobo: "... you look more like than me"

Jacob: "Thanks for the compliment, listen you good with money?"

Hobo: "I'd like to think so... but I..."

Jacob: "That's great, now can you count money?"

Hobo: "Yeah, I used to be an accountant till my girl showed me meth and..."

Jacob: "Happens to the best of us man, and I know the feeling of a woman ruining your life."

Hobo: "... that's nice I guess... you got a dollar?"

Jacob: "I got more than that if you are up for it. I'm going to kill my ex-wife's husband... you in?

Hobo: "... I think my religion tells people not to do that."

J​: "What region is that?

H​: "Conservative."

Jacob: "..."

Hobo: "What?"

Jacob: "I'll give you $100,000."

Hobo: Ha I've heard that one before buddy.

Jacob: *pulls $10,000 and throws it at the * There's the down payment, you in or not?

Hobo: "I'll hide the body for you."

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Day 3:

The was smart and told me to get a silencer for this thing and that was a whole situation but I gave the gun guy some extra cash to shut up and do the paper work for us.

Then we also got big guns for fun... or in case... what ever comes first.

A​, I'm getting of topic.

Ishot him. Of course after rambling on like a super villain about how he ruined my life. It felt good to get all that off my chest, good thing he's a therapist.

H​e was at first, probably because I was the one with the dick at the moment... dick being my silenced shot gun.

H​e started to talk about why I wasn't right for my wife and how I was never there for her.

W​hat he didn't know was how much I was there for her, working my butt of every day to take care of her and our child.

​ as you can imagine, that wasn't enough for her.

The last part was good, I told him that I forgive him and I wanted to give him something.

H​e got up and started to charge at me but I shot him with my taser.

T​hen I kept punching him over and over like he was a punching bag, or one of the stress toys that you let your anger out on.

I​t felt good.

T​hen I shot him.

A​lot more blood than I thought there would be.

Then... something weird happened. There was a noise coming from one of his closet...

S​o I checked and wouldn't you know it... I guess my wife wasn't enough for him... this is the world we live in I guess.

T​he people in this world are to never be satisfied... and it's never going to stop. I'm glad I'm going to die, better than living on this earth with people that know how to take and never give.

Anyway, I’m writing all this before I put her in the back of the van. I taped her up good, made sure to give her something that wasn't looking before I did. She looks a little nervous but I know she’ll enjoy this trip. What woman doesn’t love getting spoiled by their forced sugar daddy.

I’m not even a sugar daddy. I’m the sugar part.

O​k I'm the part that gives the money... I guess sugar can be rape or money... but it's money.

I’m not looking to rape or kill her. don’t need a whistle-blower right now.

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Jacob: “Are you kidding me! What was the point of stealing my wife you piece of !”

Lady in the closest: “...”

Jacob: “What’s your name bitch?”

Lady in the closet: “... Jessica.”

Jacob: “Hi Jessica. So... Who are you? Why were you in the closet... and be honest or I’ll kill you.”

Jessica: I’m... one of his clients and... I was hiding because he told me to hide from his wife that was coming in.

Jacob: “OK... Well I'm not my ex... but I'm the next best thing.”

Jessica: “Are you going to rape me?”

Jacob: “What? No... I mean... like if I was a rapist... I think I would have already... but I don’t know how rapists be doing their thing.”

Jessica: “OK... are you going to ...”

Jacob: No... take of your clothes through.

Jessica: *crying* “I thought you said you weren’t going to ...”

Jacob: I’M NOT I DON'T WANT YOU LOOKING LIKE A IN THE BACK OF MY VAN.

Jessica: "OK..."

Jacob: “OK... here’s the deal... and stop crying I’m not going to kill you or rape you... and put these on.

Jessica: “OK...”

Jacob: "You are going to come with me and my friend or I will kill you... but don't worry I'm dying in like a couple of days.

Jessica: “What?”

Jacob: “ come with me... oh yeah... duct tape.”

*couple minutes later*

Jacob: “Perfect... also no promises on the not raping you.”

Jessica: *Muffled Screaming*

Jacob: "I'm joking, I'm pretty sure he's gay... or he just likes scarves."

- END Pt. 1