I took a shuddering breath. My lungs felt like they were about to cave in. What was this? I must be seeing things. There was no way this was a video game. Stuff like this didn’t happen in real life. This was real and I knew I was going to die. There was no way around that.
Somehow I managed to look away from the screen. There were figures around my bed but I couldn’t tell who they were. One of them held my hand, squeezing tightly. I felt their warmth but didn’t have the strength to squeeze back. Their voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. There were two others by the foot of the bed. I couldn’t recognize their faces either.
My memory was a bit hazy. I remember an accident and that my parents had been with me. No one had told me about them and I couldn’t manage to. Would they tell me if I asked? I couldn’t move either. My strength faded with each passing moment.
Again the screen flashed with the two options.
Maybe I was crazy for entertaining the thought. It wasn’t like I had any regrets. I got into a good college and attended school for two years, but I hadn’t enrolled for the next semester. There wasn’t anything I wanted to be. I’d thought if I took some time off, I could decide.
My parents had been okay with it. It’s why we decided to go on a family vacation . . . but then the accident happened. It was all coming back to me. And I knew, deep down, even if no one told me, that my parents were gone.
At the thought, my throat squeezed painfully. There was no point in staying then. There was nothing for me here.
Tiredly, I looked at the screen again. ‘Try again’ or ‘End Game’, huh? The decision was easy enough.
Gradually, my vision darkened. The darkness started from the corners of my vision. It spread towards the center, darkening the blurred figures. Finally, the darkness reached the center and my vision went black.