Bail
Brace myself, and form my body into a ball. Crash through the clear obstacle standing in the way. Shatter, and a loud cracking noise as glass cuts through me.
All of me.
Falling down surrounded by glass, the ground advancing quickly towards me. Perhaps this was a bad idea.
In retrospect, I should have just snuffed it. This whole life thing is far too complicated. None of it makes any logical sense. The masses are dumb, and ready to gobble up endless amounts of bullshit that's laid before them. They enjoy it, in fact.
They love it.
They crave it.
The landing was the worst part. The window had formed a pallet of glass shards for me to land on. Lay here, face first on the ground, glass stuck in various places of my body from head to toe.
Try to get up, but it's the most painful thing I've ever tried to do. My hands burn, as I use them to try and force myself up. Glass pushing deeper, and deeper passed my thin layer of skin.
Too much.
Dead weight, and fall back onto the glass.
Face is sent back into the pile. Blood and pink shards surround me.
Who would have thought this would be my end? In fact, I was positive that the cellar would be my eternal crypt, but no. Why did I survive?
Why did all of this happen?
Why was my life prolonged, so I could be put through all of this?
The chaos emerald, the competition.
All of this was bullshit.
All Lies. I had all but one, and so close to my goal.
So close to escape.
So close to sanctuary.
So close to salvation.
It's very difficult to breath. In fact, I can't do it at the moment. Sucking in a gulp of air every thirty seconds or so. That fall did something.
Broke something.
The approaching footsteps of what I assume to be police officers
can be heard in the distance. The crunching of glass all around me seems so distant.
So muffled.
So unreal.
The pain is real, though. Definitely real.
Just kill me, officer. Just blow my brains out. I'm still a threat, officer. I could kill you. Could kill you all if you don't stop me. You'll just have to kill me.
Come on, kill me.
Shoot me in the head!
KILL ME!
JUST FUCKING DO IT!
Please end this! Just end it all now. Let me rest, let me find peace. The mobians around me ignore my pleas. They're distracted by each other.
Talking to one another. Try to listen, but it's far too mumbled. Feebly reach foreword, and grab the closest mans leg.
Try to attack.
Try to kill.
Try to be killed.
Please.
He walks off, wrenching his leg free of my grasp. I doubt he even noticed. Sirens sound in the distance.
Not police sirens.
Ambulance sirens.
Oh, god.
Just let me die.
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Laying on a gurney in the back of the emergency vehicle. The dog in blue scrubs sitting above my head tries to tell me that everything is going to be okay. He smiles weakly, trying to falsely inspire confidence in me. Breathing heavily, I finally manage to speak once more.
Kill me.
He ignores it. Fucking asshole.
Please.
He shakes his head, and turns his gaze away. He can't even make eye contact. Why can't you turn, and face me?
My life is over, I tell him.
"Actually, you've been given a second chance at it."
Ha! That's a laugh! What an answer! Everything I have worked so hard for is gone, and my adversary continues to ruin my life, even after death. Just kill me, you fucking pussy.
He takes an electronic device out of the pocket on the front of his shirt. A wire leads to a tiny set of headphones, which the then proceeds to place in his ears. Blocking the world out. He fiddles with the device until sound can be heard from my position.
Blocking me out.
Apparently he doesn't want to talk to me anymore. God, I just want this all to end. My prolonged existence only brings more suffering to myself and others.
Nothing I can do now. Just lay back, and hold my breath. Hopefully I will pass out before too long.