"Nope. I'm done. Sick of them. Sick of all this harassment and sick of listening to them whinge and whine about me not doing anything," I breathed into my pillow, "I do everything they ask, and yet they still push me away." I was angry, I was fuming. My eyes felt a dull red sense of urgency. I sighed. The thought of crying made me feel weaker than before. Tears, a sign of unhappiness and desperation. 'What am I desperate for? Why should I be unhappy?'
I slammed my hands on my bed. 'Life is too unfair. I can't even say a joke without being judged and ridiculed. Why am I always on the bottom of their list? Why am I always…left…in the dark?' I clenched my fists and dropped my head onto my pillow. "Why," I sobbed, my tears rendered dry, "why can't I be the one on top? Why can't I be the one to take control?"
Five minutes had passed and I grew bored and tired of willowing in my own self-pity. My eyes drifted around my room. Posters of cartoons, games and anime littered my walls. Wherever there wasn't posters or mold, were filled with spiders and their webs. There was one poster I was always fascinated with, a Minecraft picture I made for school. It was a picture of a family I got from the Internet and Photo-shopped it into Minecraft. My teacher was amazed by the realistic lighting effects I did with the image and how the expressions of the family looked genuine to the situation they were in. Survival. Every time I looked at that picture, I just prayed for my normal life to end, and to live in the Minecraft universe. To feel the virtual world around me and to be flexible with my life, however I choose. Printing out the image and sticking it onto my wall was the best decision I made that year. Whenever I see it now, it just makes me smile. I put my smile on and pushed my way off my bed, and stumbled towards my computer. I opened my Minecraft, hovered over 'Multiplayer' and stopped. I didn't feel like reading a bunch of spam in a server, nor did I feel like being pestered by people on my server. "Singleplayer" it was. 'Ugh, too many worlds to cling onto, I'll just start a new one. A world where I have the upper hand. A world where I know, how things work.'
Suddenly the sound of static rang through my ears. A white hiss echoed right through me. I could only cover my ears, in hopes that it would cease…to no prevail. Darkness engulfed my vision as the hiss went quiet. "To tell a story, you must share some glory," A deep disguised sounding voice roared through my head, "To be like them, you too, must condemn!" Everything went black.
