Hmm... I'm not so sure what brought this on besides the fact that at school we're working on the theme of loss in Romeo and Juliet, and it made me think about what this anonymous character has lost. This is after the movie, and of course it's obvious who it is.
Agony.
Hate.
Loss.
Defeat.
These are but a fraction of the things running rampant through my head, making the vice-like pain that gripped my entire being tighten its dreadful hold. Red, sputtering glitches race along my twisted form, intensifying the hurt. The heat of the boiling pit of cola lava does nothing to soothe my agony either; in fact it only makes it so much worse, knowing that I don't possess the strength to haul myself away from it.
I have lost everything. My home, my family, my thunder, my strength, my kingdom, my title, my whole life! All to that glitch and her halitosis-ridden warthog of a friend!
Revenge. I'd be plotting it if my mind wasn't in such turmoil, as it has been for the past thirty years since I tried to win back the gamers' adoration. I… I just want it to stop! No more pain, fear, no more having to hide behind else's face to stay in the spotlight. I want my life back.
These feelings, they're feelings I haven't experienced in a long, long time. It makes me realise how much I must have changed throughout the years. Makes me think that… I shouldn't have done the things I did. Makes me relive old, bittersweet memories.
My last, hazy thoughts are of two pale figures in blue jumpsuits, before I slip into unconsciousness again…