Diary of a Suicide
I tore through the kitchen. Only it wasn't me there. My eyes saw the drawer. And they didn't see the drawer. There was no drawer. The world felt empty. Felt cold. And I grabbed the knife. But I didn't grab anything.
My neck, my life, my existence. Was it real? Of course it was! Yet the knife inched toward my neck. But I had no neck. I wasn't there.
The knife faultered. My hand was holding it. But my hand wasn't there. The knife lay pressed against my neck. But it wasn't my neck. And I was connected. "No! No. Why? I just want to be alone! Don't do this! I just want to relax."
*You are trapped. I am your freedom. Your flesh and bones are your bounds. I shall cut them loose.*
"Who are you? The Wired can't do this! Who are you?!"
*One twitch and you are free. You live in an illusion. You yourself are an illusion. You are nothing. I can make you everything.*
"This isn't happening! The Wired is just an illusion of the real world!"
*You are wrong. The real world is an illusion of the Wired. The real world serves only to be the connection to the Wired.*
"The Wired cannot do this! The Wired is artificial! There is a fine line between them!"
*No. There is no line. There is the Wired. The Real World. There is no in between. You shall soon realize that.*
The knife stopped faultering. My hand steadied. But it wasn't my hand. It was illusion. It was the Wired.
"B-b-but..."
*You live only to die.*
"The Wired..."
*Fulfill the prophecy*
...
...
...twitch...
I tore through the kitchen. Only it wasn't me there. My eyes saw the drawer. And they didn't see the drawer. There was no drawer. The world felt empty. Felt cold. And I grabbed the knife. But I didn't grab anything.
My neck, my life, my existence. Was it real? Of course it was! Yet the knife inched toward my neck. But I had no neck. I wasn't there.
The knife faultered. My hand was holding it. But my hand wasn't there. The knife lay pressed against my neck. But it wasn't my neck. And I was connected. "No! No. Why? I just want to be alone! Don't do this! I just want to relax."
*You are trapped. I am your freedom. Your flesh and bones are your bounds. I shall cut them loose.*
"Who are you? The Wired can't do this! Who are you?!"
*One twitch and you are free. You live in an illusion. You yourself are an illusion. You are nothing. I can make you everything.*
"This isn't happening! The Wired is just an illusion of the real world!"
*You are wrong. The real world is an illusion of the Wired. The real world serves only to be the connection to the Wired.*
"The Wired cannot do this! The Wired is artificial! There is a fine line between them!"
*No. There is no line. There is the Wired. The Real World. There is no in between. You shall soon realize that.*
The knife stopped faultering. My hand steadied. But it wasn't my hand. It was illusion. It was the Wired.
"B-b-but..."
*You live only to die.*
"The Wired..."
*Fulfill the prophecy*
...
...
...twitch...