This is actually way shorter than I thought. Go figure. It's also really old, so I apologize if it's not as good as it could be.
Takes place after Revenge of the Island.
WARNING: Incredibly dark, suicidal themes. If that bothers you, DO NOT read on.
Do you have any idea what kind of living hell it is to be unable to move? Or talk? Do you know how fucking horrible it is to be alone all the time, with only your thoughts to keep you company? Let me ask you a better question: do you know what it's like to be handicapped and have absolutely no one give a shit? More importantly- do you even care?
I can't really sum it all up in words. I'm sixteen for God's sake. Sixteen, and stuck in a trauma chair. I'm not even a fucking adult yet...
Overheard someone say once that my life was over before it began.
Which makes me wonder... Am I stuck in this thing for the rest of my life? A decade? A couple months? No one's told me, and it's not like I can ask or anything... Y'know, since I'm half dead?
Like I said, it's hard to sum up in words. It's frustrating and annoying and... well... Terrifying. Yes, I'll admit it- I'm scared. What if I never get out of here? What if when I do get out, I can't speak anymore? What if by the time I get out, I'm an old man, my life wasted? What if Fang finds me again to finish what he started?
The thing that pisses me off the most is that the other idiots from TDRI laughed at me. They said I deserve this, because in their twisted minds, I'm evil.
Evil? Me? I'm evil because I eliminated a couple of people in a million dollar competition. I'm evil because I wanted to get my family out of our rat-infested trailer park. I'm evil because I worked my ass off for money that my parents and Pappy and all my way-too-fucking-many siblings need.
That makes me evil? Sure, whatever.
None of those jerks need a million bucks even half as much as we do. Do you know what it's like to be so badly misjudged? Let me ask you an even darker question...
Do you know what it's like to want to die so badly, and be unable to end it all? That's the real definition of Hell- being completely unable to do a thing about your own suffering.
All right... Remember back when I asked if you cared? Well, if ya do happen to care...
Will you end it all for me?