AN: Character death, angst, and suicide.
fade to black
It's very dark tonight. Maybe it's because the street light is broken again. No that's not it. It's because he's gone. He was killed the other day. I'm shaking, I put the needle in my arm and inject the liquid into my body. I drop the syringe. I can't believe I'm doing it. I can't imagine life without him so I'm not going to live without him. Maybe I'm being hasty, maybe I'm being brash. I don't care either way. I might later but by then it'll be be far too late.
Let me tell you why I'm doing this. He was taken from me. He was my rightful kill. My enemy. He was mine to destroy. You don't even know how he died, how silly of me. He was out looking for Bigfoot in his spare time. He was bitten by a poisonous snake and didn't make it to the hospital in time. He died in the middle of nowhere and nobody missed him until school today. I was the one to find him. I alerted his parental unit to his death and vanished quietly. I let them find him on their own. I didn't even leave a fake name.
You know why he was taken from me? Because the universe doesn't care. It's heart is black and cold as ice. It does not care. It does not love. The circle of life keeps moving and time marches on leaving the rest of us in the dust. We are all forgotten by time. You think they remember the first human? No they don't even know it's name. It was forgotten just like the rest of us will be. I am only a face in the crowd set apart only by my banishment now. There is nothing left to me. I am useless, I am fake. There is no light at the end of the tunnel they just tell you that so that you'll go about your meaningless existence happily and hope for the best.
The universe cannot care. It can't afford to. If it did it'd get slagged down by everyone else and it could not move forward. In life you only have those you care for and care for you and you have no one else. No one else can afford to care. Like the universe they'll get slagged down and be unable to move forward. The universe is like a machine. Cold, uncaring and impartial. There is no reward system. The only reason we the people in the machine have the reward system is to keep things in order so that the machine runs smoothly. Death is the proverbial oil that keeps the machine lubricated and life is the proverbial fuel that keeps it running and labor is the proverbial programming. It all plays a part in how the machine is running.
Everything is black. And the world is so cold. It'll chew you up and spit you out in less than a heart beat just because it can. Because that's it's nature. It is hurtful and very mean. It bears fruit only for the cunning. You can slave away your entire life and barely get a drop of nectar from the flower you worked so hard to cultivate. Few are remembered as great and history has little meaning anymore. Me?
I'll be forgotten and someone else will eventually come to conquer this planet and discover my bones and base. I'm leaving the base so that they'll be forced to remember my name. Remember who I am, who I was. If only for a moment I will be remembered by someone sometime in the future. It's all going dark now. I'm feeling so very tired. Just know that once I fall asleep I'm not waking up. Before you go promise me something please? I want to be buried next to Dib if at all possible. Thank you so much. Goodbye forever.