I woke up, 1:37AM
Thats it i cant take this, its over, im finally doing it. I snuck to the kitchen grabed a knife, and went back to my room.
Its been months since i was last in this position, but it will be the last time. I can't bare to think about where my life takes me, I'm abused, unloved, and weak.
Nobody will miss me, they dont care.
Ok im doing it. I grabed the knife, aimed for my throat, and lunged.....
I wake up, what time is it now? I turn to my clock, but its not there. Nothing is there, just empty space. It was then I heard a familiar voice.
"Is this how you want to go? Without making any impact?
"WHO'S THERE?" I turn to where i heard the voice, but its just void.
"I cant tell you yet,but please believe that im a friend that wants to do whats best for you"
"How will you do that? I AM DEAD!!"
"Not yet, but you can die if you want,or take me up on my offer, its your choice
"Ok, im listening....."
"You say that you want to improve some lives? Then agree to my offer and I can take you somewhere its possible"
I thought it over. This may be some sick dream, but if what the voice says is true, i may have hope yet.
"Ok, deal. Take me to this place, let me do something with these hands"
The voice laughed
"Very well then, when next you wake, you will be there, till we meet again"
"WAIT, I never got your name"....
silence....