I love Suicide Room. It's arguably the best movie I've seen in years. But one issue I had was the ending. This is the untold story of the ending.

Chapter 1

Not Quite Dead

You know, death isn't as worrisome as I thought it was going to be. No parents, no Aleks, nothing. Perfect harmony. I just wish I could have finally met Sylwia. All this talk on the computer and I never got the shot to meet her in person. As I look around, I see the stall that I've laid my head on, the drunk couple recording my dying minutes, and the pill bottle and mug that has sealed my fate. It's only a matter before I join the choir. Wait... I hear a voice...

"Hey buddy...You're not dying on my watch!" God? Is that truly you?! "Trust me, I've got this." The voice spoke again. Then the light went dark. Oh no, I'm going to hell! Now my stomach is hurting, like it's being struck repeatedly. Satan must be toying with my soul. Then the dark begins to lighten up. Then, clarity. Does Heaven really look like the bathroom? No, I wasn't dead. I couldn't be.

"Good. Let's go." The seemingly angelic voice spoke once more, as I felt my body being lifted from the floor. I got one last glance at the floor behind me, seeing only pills and blood surrounding beneath the stall that was supposed to be my death bed. But then, I was too weak to even stay awake, and as I determine life and death, I pass out.

Comfort? What is this? I should be dead! I woke up in shock, like the previous night was just a terrible dream. But then I looked around. This isn't my bedroom. The latter thought escaping my mind and being spoken aloud. I wake up, and look around and to myself. This isn't my shirt. This thought also was released into the world and not my inner conscience. I looked at my shirt, it read "20% Cooler". Oh boy, I wonder whose house this is. I open the door and walk around. The halls were lavish with red, with posters of classic films like Star Wars and Top Gun, framed in damn-near-perfect condition. Whoever must own the place must be rich. Like me.

"Issac, a Pepsi for me and one for the guest." That reoccurring voice spoke again, but this time, in English. That's odd. I stepped across a walkway, overlooking a giant living room and a kitchen that must hold over 30 people. Down below, I see a man in a shirt, talking to a man in a tuxedo, while the man in the shirt is playing some shooting game, much like the one I had played on my Xbox, and the one I fought Jasper in for a spot in the Suicide Room (and failing decisively, I might add, not one for FPS's I will say. But I still won, so it doesn't matter.) The man in the tux started to walk away from him into the kitchen, giving me a glance as he crossed under the walkway. At the end of the walkway was a staircase that leads into the living room. I walked down it and saw the shirt man.

"About time you woke up. Take a seat!" He spoke Polish, but didn't have the accent for it. "Hey Issac! Do you have that Pepsi yet?" He spoke in English once more.

"In a minute, sir." Issac spoke, in English, both in speech and in accent. I sat in a red chair, as comfortable as they come. The man was young, handsome, with brownish hair, his shirt read "Borderlands 2", some game I've never played. He looked to me once again.

"Do you like Pepsi?" The man spoke to me again.

Of course. I responded. The man in the tux, I assume Issac, who is a bald fellow with a white mustache, and circle glasses. brought two wine glasses, with ice and two open cans of Pepsi. "Thanks." Nodding my head towards the steward, then I turned my attention towards the host, who was still playing the game.

"Ha ha, yes! Game winner!" He spoke, exclaiming over a good kill with a assault rifle, he then turned his attention to me. "I'm sorry, it's rare for me to have guests." He extended his hand out to me. "My name is Nicholas. My friends call me Nick." Wait, that name sounded familiar. I took him up on his handshake and we shook for a good five seconds. "And you?"

Dominik Santorski. I introduced myself.

Nick sat there and thought to himself, and then finally he sat back up to me. "THE Dominik Santorski?" I nodded. "So you're the buzz of the internet."

How so? I inquired.

"Well..." He sat back in his chair, "...at least in the Room." Well, he piqued my interest.

You know about...the Room? I leaned forward towards him.

"Of course. Slywia talks about you all the damn time. I'm the robot. She says that you're the savior of the Suicide Room, and that you'll be the one that brings us all to our Final Destination. Like Jesus, but without the beard and the plan to kill ourselves. Little does she know I'm one of the richest people in Poland. I'm not gonna kill myself and lose all of this fortune." Huh, I knew at least one guy in the whole room wasn't truly pledging to kill himself. Smart man.

"Do you speak English, Dominik?" He suddenly asked. I have passed all of my English classes up until my disappearance from school. It's how I could tell what they were saying when Nick and Issac were speaking.

Fluent. I replied to his question in his language. He looked at me in relief, like he was tired of speaking Polish.

"Good. I finally found someone outside of Issac that speaks English." That accent, sounded American.

So... what part of America were you from? Wow, just put him on the spot.

"My accent let it go, didn't it?" I nodded. "Actually, I was from Ohio. My parents were leaders of a Fortune 500 company, but one day we made a trip over here on vacation, and they disappeared. Because of which, I'm the sole heir to their throne. So I'm pretty much set for life. I could have left here, but I liked the place. I went to high school, I even enrolled into a artist college." I could see a tear forming out of his left, hazel eye, but he immediately shrugged it off. "Do you have parents, Dominik?" He asked me.

Yes, but we aren't as close as we should be. I responded.

"Do you want to call them, tell them your okay? I'm sure they must be worried." He handed me his cell phone.

Thanks. I grabbed it and headed for the guest room. I dialed the number and waited for a response.

"Hello?" The voice sounded frantic, it must be my mother.

Mum? I heard a sigh of relief coming from the other side.

"DOMINIK SANTORSKI, I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" She screamed. No doubt scared to death.

I'm fine, I was just visiting a friend of mine for the evening. He's a member of the Suicide Room.

"Alright, but next time, leave a note. We've made calls to just about every police station in Warsaw." Great, mom. I'm now the most wanted man in Poland, and not in the good way.

Thank you, but I'm fine Mum. I'll be back soon. Love you, bye. I tried to get off as soon as I could, I needed to get more information on the current situation.

"Love you son, be home as soon as possible." The phone hung up and I walked out of the door, I walked back down the stairs and I took my same seat, and handed back the phone.

"I wanna know one thing Dominik..." Nick started to speak. "What happened last night?"

Dominik explained everything to me. How he had been under suicide watch, and how he took pills and alcohol to try and finish the job. All I could think was, "That bitch Sylwia." This guy had almost thrown a promising life away. I did some checking up on him when he first joined Suicide Room. He was a A+ student, he had a bright future, and he almost threw it all away for some girl who has been living in her room for 3 years.

Wow. I mean, wow. I sat in complete shock over what he had told me. I took a sip from the Pepsi glass.

"That's my story." Dominik finished. I leaned back into my chair. My mind processing the story. How I wanted to help him fix all this, get him out of this situation, and make those who've caused this to suffer. Like Aleks and Sylwia. I just want to see them croak for this. Dominik looked up to the clock above the kitchen table, and started to panic, he jumped up from his chair, and grabbed a bag of his old clothes from the previous clothes that Issac had brought down during Dominik's story. Washed and clean and not smelling like blood and alcohol.

"Thank you, so much." He extended his hand out, and this time I returned the shake.

You'll come back to visit, right?

"Of course. You should visit my house too!" He smiled as he started to walk out. I helped walk him out the front door. Then, I watched as he walked out of the courtyard and past the gate, he looked back and waved. I waved right back as he disappeared behind the brick wall that separated my house from the rest of the world. I walked back into the house and turned on the PC.

"Welcome back, Nicholas." The game booted up, and my avatar started to walk towards the Suicide Room.

"Where is Dominik?" I heard a female voice. Sylwia.

"He should have been here." A male voice then spoke. Seeth, a new roommate.

"He hasn't been on in days!" A second female voice spoke. Dash.

"Nicholas, have you seen Dominik?" Sylwia spoke to me. This question left me quiet. Should I tell them that I've seen him? Should I lie? I think it wouldn't hurt.

"No, I haven't" I spoke, switching back to Polish. They still don't know I'm American.

"He has the pills, so he could set us free." Dash spoke again, that arrogant bitch. I can't stand Dash. In fact, I can't stand the Room. You see, the Suicide Room was originally a gaming clan. Me, Jasper, Sirius and a few others played and destroyed anything that had a pulse. But then Sylwia joined, and with her looks and her friends Regina and Dash, she became the Queen in a democracy. Also Dash stole my name, that whore. She knew I was using it as my alias, because I was a brony, and stole it like it was practically hers. She spread her message of suicide and death to the ranks, and like a Nazi plague some of us actually did it, those fools. Jasper and I actually partnered together, we were unstoppable at FEAR 2. But when Dominik beat him, he was tossed out unceremoniously. A co-creator, thrown out by dying once. I could only watch in horror. Such bullshit. As time grew on, I grew on with Dominik, even as he was doing things for the Queen. The night he got the pills from the psychiatrist, I heard what he was trying to do. He was trying to make Sylwia reconsider suicide. I assume he was optimistic about life, a lot like me. I followed his actions to a cutting video posted on the Suicide Room wall. He posted "Open world, Closed wounds." in Polish. I wanted to defend him when he got temporarily kicked from the Room, but I had business to deal with back in America. But he still remained optimistic about life in a room that all it talks about death, that's what I respected about him. He didn't want suicide, but the cards his school friends and Sylwia dealt him almost drove him to it. If it weren't for me, of course.

The night went on, the group meeting lasted three hours. Sylwia only talked about Dominik and those fucking pills. Jesus Christ, lady. If your supposed boyfriend was missing, I wouldn't be worried about some pills, I'd be a little more worried about the well-being and safety of him. Not from experience, but still. The meeting ended at about 3:10 pm. I was about to log out, when Sylwia invited me to a private chat. Whoa, that never happens.

"Where is he?" She asked me. I looked completely shocked, is she accusing me of some Underground Railroad bullshit?

What are you talking about? I asked in a dumbfounded manner.

"Don't fuck with me." She replied. "You were awfully quiet during our meeting. You know something."

The hell if I do. I'm just as worried as you are. Someone told me I was a really good liar. Hell, I've been putting off being American in a Polish chatroom.

"Oh really? Fine. See you on tomorrow." Her picture faded off screen, giving me one last disgusted look before she disappeared.

That was close. I looked down at my keyboard, but once more a sound blipped off. It was Sirius.

"You alright, man?" He spoke.

Yeah, I'm fine. I don't understand why everyone's asking me that. Sirius. If Slywia was Hitler, Sirius is at least Heinrich Himmler, he tries to be the leader of the defense side of things, at least when we were still a gaming club, but after Sylwia took over, he went from bad-ass to kiss-ass.(and a bang-up job at that). Now he tries to be like Joseph Goebbels, and tries to get everyone's moral up, (which trying to raise moral in a Room that views suicide is the only way out, is like trying a blind man to see.) Sirius and I don't talk much. A few minutes later, he got off as well. Dominik was still missing according to the Suicide Room. If I have my way with this. He'll be long forgotten, much the other so-called saviors that failed the Room. But I still want him to be a friend, I'm doing this for his own good.

So far so good. Will Nick convince Dominik? Find out in Chapter 2, Fine Again. Releasing soon!