A young man stands alone in his bedroom once more, just as he did all those years ago. He can still remember the day it all began in great detail. Now looking back he wondered why they ever played that game. The game that took so much more than it gave. The game that lifted their spirits only to let them fall farther than they rose. The game that ruined his life.
A spark of anger flared into existence within the young man as he recalled the events of the past few years. His hands formed fists that clenched in anger. Anger directed at nothing but everything. His teeth ground together. He was angry at himself more than anything else. For not doing a better job. For not thinking of what his actions would cause. For not spending more time with his dad.
The anger melted into sadness and resent. Heavily, the boy sat down on his bed and laid back. He missed his father. He didn't know how badly until now. In the place where it began. The place where it ended. He could see it clearly now. The effect their actions had on one another. All the things he could have done differently. Everything that could have made the outcome better.
The boy rubbed at the tears forming in his eyes, not letting them fall. Just as he has been doing for years. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to ward off the sadness that was pressing down on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. The tears persisted, forming once more in the boy's eyes. This time he let them fall.
The young man let the tears cascade down his face and the sadness to wash over him in waves. He no longer thought of what he was doing; he simply acted.
Time passed and the young man felt no better. If anything he felt worse. To the young man, the world was now dull and lifeless. He stood up and walked out of his room. His actions felt slow and his body felt numb as he trudged down the stairs and into the garage. It took a bit of searching but the young man found what he was looking for. He coiled into a bundle that was manageable to carry and went back to his room. 'Best to end it where it all began,' he thought as he smiled grimly.
Daftly, his hands tied the length of rope into a noose. The young man stood on the chair of his desk and placed the loop of rope around his neck. Taking one last look around his room, the place of his beginning and his demise, he closed his eyes and let out a breath.
In one movement the chair was out from under the young man's feet. For a moment he was suspended on nothing. The moment passed and time claimed him once more as the rope tightened around his neck.
Just.
A message appeared on the young man's computer.
-turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 16:13-
TG: JOHN
TG: john answer me damn it
TG: dont tell me its too late
TG: it cant be too late
TG: i cant be too late again
TG: no
TG: im sorry
TG: i couldnt stop you
-turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering ectoBiologist [EB] at 18:12-