My legs tremble, as I press the barrel of the gun against the roof of my mouth. I pull the trigger, my blood and brains splattering all over the room as my body instantly falls into a lifeless form.
As my consciousness slips away, I am met with pure darkness.
I am prompted by a little dialogue box. No voice, nobody there– just a little text box you'd see in a video game.
[Anonymous: "Why such haste?"]
Suddenly, my eyes open abruptly, once again feeling the barrel of the gun pressed against the roof of my mouth.
What happened… why am I back… why am I here…
Without a second thought, I pull the trigger once more, bringing me back into the dark empty void that clouds my soul.
[Anonymous: "You are a fool… a coward… a naïve rat gnawing at a piece of cheese even after all of its teeth have been plucked out."]
What an odd thing to say…
My eyes open once more, but this time, I'm surrounded by a bunch of mirrors in a dimly lit room. Each mirror has a different emotion plastered onto my face.
Sadness: A big frown with half-lidded eyes.
Happiness: A big smile with crinkles at the corner of my eyes.
Anger: A calm and collected expression, emanating with passive-aggressive energy.
Remorse: My normal reflection
In fear, I decide to speak up, my voice shaky.
"Why have you brought me here?" I declare loudly for whatever is listening, but get no response.
I begin investigating the room, before finding a book shelf. Each book has my name on it. I decide to pick up the first book, starting from the left, and open it to the first page.
[January 2nd, 2016: Michael is dead. I didn't know what I was thinking. I was only a child. Surely the treatment I gave him wasn't that harsh, right? That's just how kids are… there's no way he killed himself.]
I abruptly close the book, with a tear slowly falling down the left side of my cheek.
"I see what this is… I'm in hell. You brought me here to rot in my sins"
[Anonymous: "You could say something like that."]
"That's not a definitive answer. You are clearly the one who put me in this position, so you know the answer to my question."
[Anonymous: "Let me show you something. Do you accept?"]
I clench my fist anxiously, closing my eyes to think about my answer before speaking up.
"I accept."