Ending Ω
Sound of the alarm of his phone banged in Jason’s ears as he jumped from where he was lying. “GAH! What the—“ He was in his room, sitting in front of his monitor with a page open on his browser.
He rubbed his eyes to see clearer. “Oh.” It was the page he tried to continue. He took a closer look at the last sentence, “Oh God, I’m a murderer…” Yeah, he remembered the ambition he felt when started writing this story. He was in a dark mood at the time and somehow the prequel that was written by someone else impressed him.
And now, he was just not feeling like it anymore. “Huh.” He saved the file and closed the browser, then shut the computer off. He sat back and rubbed his eyes again. Damn, as if he slept for a whole year.
Jason then stood up and got his balance, after stretching out, he took up his cell phone and headphones to place them in his ears. He then opened a playlist and hit the play button.
And as he got out of his house to get some fresh air, the lyrics took over his ears:
“Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' aliveeee!”