《My Name Is Jugo (OneShot)》


 My Name Is Jugo

    The first time I met Jugo was during my second suicide attempt. I was standing on the edge of the bridge behind my high school. I remember my breath was heavy, and sweat slid down my neck at a snail¡¯s pace. My legs shook and shook and shook.


    ¡°What¡¯re you doing?¡± He said.


    I looked up to see a boy floating in front of me. He and his pink rabbit onesie were slightly transparent. His brown hair was a bird''s nest, and he had no pupils.


    I stared down at the muddy, brown lake beneath me.


    ¡°I¡¯m going to jump.¡± I said.


    ¡°Why?¡±


    ¡°Because I¡¯m very tired.¡±


    ¡°I see.¡±


    He floated closer to me.


    ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± He asked.


    I looked back up to him.


    ¡°Himari.¡± I said.


    He smiled. ¡°Hello Himari.¡±


    ¡°Hello.¡±


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    ¡°My name is Jugo.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s incredible, Jugo. I¡¯m going to jump into this lake and hopefully never wake up now.¡±


    ¡°I see. Himari?¡±


    ¡°Hm?¡±


    ¡°Why aren¡¯t you afraid of me?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re not scary.¡±


    This seemed to surprise him.


    ¡°But I¡¯m a ghost!¡±


    I shrugged. ¡°There are things scarier than ghosts.¡±


    "What¡¯s scarier than a ghost?¡±


    ¡°Lizards. And spiders. Spiders are scary.¡±


    Jugo nodded. ¡°Snakes, too.¡±


    ¡°Yeah, snakes are spooky as well.¡±


    ¡°Hey, Himari?¡±


    ¡°Yes, Jugo?¡±


    ¡°Do you want to be my friend?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know how to do that very well. Are you sure?¡±


    ¡°Yes. You are very pretty.¡±


    ¡°Okay, Jugo. I will be your friend.¡±


    ¡°Great! Wanna do something fun?¡±


    I scratched my cheek. ¡°Um¡­ I¡¯m a little busy.¡±


    ¡°Just one thing, pleeeeasee? After I promise, we can come back, and you¡¯ll jump!¡±


    ¡°Hm¡­ promise?¡±


    ¡°Promise!¡±


    ¡°Alright, what do you want to do, Jugo?¡±


    Jugo laughed. ¡°What else do friends do? We¡¯re gonna go burn the sky, of course!¡±


    ¡°Eh?¡±


    Jugo picked me up and took to the sky. The wind funneled around us as we flew further and further away from the bridge. I remember how badly I wanted to cry back then. So scared. I was always so scared.


    ¡°Jugo?¡± I said.


    ¡°Yes, Himari?¡±


    ¡°Where the hell are we going?¡±


    ¡°The sun.¡± He said.


    And then I snuggled into him, and said- ¡°okay.¡±


    When I got home that night, my mother asked me why my knees were bleeding, and why I was drenched in mud water.


    ¡°The sun, mom,¡± I whispered, ¡°a ghost boy named Jugo took me to the sun.¡±


    Mom started crying and drew me a bath. Normally when she cried, I would cry as well, but for the rest of that week, I always saw the sky instead of black whenever I closed my eyes, so I let her cry by herself that night. Because that¡¯s what you do when you catch the sun, you don¡¯t cry, even when it burns your pocket and your hands when you play with it. It¡¯s yours, so you keep it until you have to get a new one.


    But I never did see Jugo again.