At last, my moment has finally come. I've been waiting for what seems like an eternity. My wish has finally been granted.
The battle is over, the trainer walked away without saying a word. I wish I could thank him, but I didn't even have the energy to cry out my own name. Wonderful. Truly wonderful. I lay here, savoring every second from here on out.
I feel myself being picked up. No! Leave me be, you bastard!
"Are you okay, buddy?" Get your hands off me! Don't you dare feign your concern.
He finally sees the wound on my belly that will be my salvation. He gasps, and starts running, clutching me to his chest. I wish I could stop him.
He halted. Excited, I spare the energy to look up and see that the exit is absolutely crowded with people. I smile to myself. Perfect.
I've waited for a long time for it to be over. Ever since this monster took me with him, I alone out of the group have felt a never-ending torment.
First it started with the lack of energy. My legs, like my heart, no longer wished to go on. Given that Sleep is the cousin of Death, I foolishly thought that rest would cure the incurable. No matter how long I slept, I awoke to the same nightmare.
Then everything became dull. All the food I ate tasted the same, every color I saw blended into one, and everyday I experienced bled into the next; an eternal, monotonous tedium.
The others have tried to console me. They didn't know how bad it was. I didn't blame them. After all, they weren't the guinea pig, they weren't the 'expendable one', they weren't the cannon fodder. If their whole existence were to be someone else's garbage, they would understand. But they don't.
As he struggles to squeeze past person after person, I feel as if I have finally triumphed. For once, I am in charge of my fate, I decide my own ending. And I choose the Sweet Release.