#testing it

yall so hyped about polls, but ignoring the importance of small images on mobile

He was God.

God in the form of a “good for nothing” twenty six year old male. One still living with his parents because what else could a New York University drop out do?

Little did they know about the bank account he had opened, money slowly pouring in from the odd jobs he did every now and then. Not yet enough to live comfortably, but soon. Plus, it’s not like he didn’t enjoy his mother’s cooking even when it took hours to get rid of the stench. With one leg propped up on top of another, he repeatedly tossed the ball in his hand up at the ceiling, letting it bounce back perfectly into his palm. He could hear his father’s rapid Italian on the phone, a language he could never pick up. His mother’s urdu was hard enough – neither languages needed in a land dominated by English.

“Sam!” The screaming of his younger sister causes the ball to roughly hit his chest. Rubbing the spot, he kicks his door open further to find the sixteen year old standing in front of his room with a phone in hand. His own chimes and Samir finds himself greeted with a text from his sister who’s now beaming in front of him.

“So, what I can tell from this is that,” He’s squinting at the text because he lost his contacts a week ago and glasses were something he was never fond of. “You’re not talking to me because it’s a waste of breath?” Cocking a brow at her he waits expectantly, almost as if a further explanation was needed. He’s not sure how he’s the supposed waste-of-space when his sister resorts to antics like this. There’s more he wants to say but there’s a blaring message on his phone, far more important than his sister’s bullshit.

[ text to: G0d ] You’ve done great things before, do you think you can do it again?

He’s about to reply because of course he can do it again, but before he can there’s a succession of texts that has him catching his breath and immediately closing the door on his angered sister.

[ text to: G0d ] Can you stop a suicide?

[ text to: G0d ] What if it’s actually not a suicide, but a murder?

[ text to: G0d ] You tell me.