When I wrote this, I felt really weird. Listening to depressing songs and all that shindop XD. I don't own SAO and never will. Please review, but constructive crit. Only please! Flames are rude, and they will be terminated on sight.

Imagine.

Imagine being trapped in a game you wanted to play because it just looked so fun.

But if you died in the game, you died in real life.

Imagine watching as your health points go down, and with that final scared look in your eyes, you shatter into fragments. Your brain shuts down- no; your brain gets fried, so your heart stops pumping blood. Your family gets a call in the middle of the night. They rush to the hospital and see your lifeless body lying on the bed

Your brother clenches his fists and your sister begins to weep into your mother's arm.

Your father is shouting with rage, cursing the creator of the game.

Your mother is simply holding onto him, too weak to hold him back as loud sobs escaped her lips.

The doctor is trembling with frustration. Your death marked the 3,500th death that year because of the game. Your family goes home, shattered and enraged.

Back on Aincrad, the man who you loved greatly is shaking tremendously. The tears that poured down his face shattered when they hit the floor. You never got the chance to tell him that you loved him. He falls to the floor and begins to pound on it

"I should have been by her side to save her," he weeps. His virtual body collapses and he curls himself up into fetal position. Your best friend hobbles toward him with glassy eyes. She'd seen you die.

"Get up," she whispers. He doesn't move. She pulls her sword out and hits him with the flat side barely knocking out a few health points.

"Get the fuck up!" she screams finally breaking. She looks about ready to collapse right next to him. "Before we fought she told me that if anything were to happen to her, she would want you and I to finish the game alive," she hissed, greatly emphasizing 'alive'.

"I don't know if I can do that," he finally breaths out.

"Well, fuck you." Your best friend spits on him then kicks him. She teleports to a nearby inn and rents a room. Right when she closes the door to her room she collapses on the floor and closes her eyes.

"Only for you, I would survive," she sighs. All of your items have been transported to her inventory. She selects the sword you made and replaced it with her sword, making it her main weapon. She selects your cape and attaches it to her Blood Oath Knights uniform. "I will wear this cape proudly," she decides, closing the menu and laying down on the bed to rest.

The next day, your best friend approaches the man you had sacrificed your life for and gives him your short blade.

"She wouldn't want her sacrifice to go to waste," she seethes as she glares. Her eyes soften and her tone changes. "Protect yourself with it," she was always your favorite friend.

She was.

She was your friend.

No, she is your best friend.

You wanted to just play a game with her. But now, it's different.

Now you are dead.

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