Manic woke up surrounded by the Darkness. "Ugh...damn" said Manic. He saw a girl crying. "What is your...name..." said Manic. "Maria." the girl said. Interesting..." Manic thought to himself. "Why are you crying Maria?" said Manic to Maria. "My father is dead, and my mother and brother are dying." said Maria. "How did this happen!" said Manic. He felt bad for the girl. "A man killed my father, and my mother and brother were in a car accident." said Maria. "Whoa...crazy..." said Manic. Then, Maria stood up. She walked past Manic, and picked up a gun off of a table. "When...did that get here..." said Manic. Then Maria pointed the gun at her head. And she shot herself. "No!" Manic said. But Maria didn't fall. Blood poured from her head, but she didn't fall to the ground. Manic was confused. He turned around, and saw Maria's dead body there. But instead of a gunshout wound, there was a knife in her chest. Manic turned around again. He saw Maria hanging from a tree. The world spun around him, with different images of Maria committing suicide. Suddenly, thoughts rushed through Manic's head. "Suicide." "Only option." "Be an hero." "Take the shot." "Leave us all behind." "Take the shot, Manic!" "Take the shot, Manic!" "Take the shot, Manic!" Manic fell onto the black floor. He looked up, tears in his eyes. He saw Maria and Tikal. Their hands were held out to him. As he reached for them, the hands turned into guns and shot him in the head. Manic woke up. He put his hand on his head, and saw he was bleeding. He looked up and saw the pipe. Then he turned around and saw The Neighbor's dead body. Manic picked up The Neighbor's gun. Manic raised the gun to his head. His hands were shaking, and he was sweating. Manic looked around. He saw the bloody corpse of The Neighbor. He saw outside the window. He saw the pipe with the blood on it. He saw Maria and Tikal. Manic started breathing heavily. He looked around again, more frantically this time. The Neighbor. Outside. The pipe. Maria. Tikal. The Neighbor. Outside. The pipe. Maria. Tikal. He squeezed the trigger. He felt the heat of the shot. He felt the bullet piercing his skull. It was painful, but it was also euphoria. It was release. It was freedom from this hell he had been stuck in. Manic fell to the ground. The blood flew from his head. Beautiful. Grim. Two words one could use to describe the crimson colored liquid flowing from Manic's head. Flowing from The Neighbor's head. Manic's head hit the floor. His sweet blood poured out onto the floor. Manic was dead. He had taken the shot, and left the world behind. The door opened. A woman in a blue dress carried two bags into the kitchen. She walked out and yelled, "Dad, I'm home!" She got no response. She walked upstairs and into the man's room. She saw the two dead, bloody bodies. Manic's and The Neighbor's. They were both dead.