Wendigoon

It works for me every time.

Except this morning.

Because this morning, I woke up in dead silence.

I frantically examined the radio to see what had happened.

I honestly cannot tell how many days in a row I've been using it.

Did it simply live out its life and die naturally?

I've spent the entire day trying to fix it.

Most of this time I've been crying.

I'm losing my mind without it.

I've given myself until sundown.

If I cannot fix it by then, I'm going to take my life.

I'm writing this because the sunlight's starting to die and I know what my fate shall be.

I thought about taking one last walk through the halls of my school, saying goodbye to the students and teachers.

I know I will be missed, but I cannot bring myself to leave this room.

I cannot go anywhere knowing that my radio is dead in here.

There are no more tears in me.

It feels now like I can't catch my breath.

I vomited what little food I had in my stomach, and I'm growing dizzy again, like I did after Nadja died.

I am not long for this world.

But before I take my life, I have closed the door to this room and stuck a chair beneath the handle.