My breath hitched as I shot up from my spot on the floor. My eyes opened as I franticly looked around. Black had consumed the right side of the room. It was weird. It was as if I couldn't think for myself in the moment. I only had one thought, that was Lucia. I couldn't shake my mind from her dead body no matter how much time passed. It haunted me. It was as if she had just died yesterday although we all know the truth.

She's been dead for about two weeks.

"Hey, David. You can do this. You can save them all. You have the power to change your situation. Come on, have courage." Their voice rang in my ears but, I couldn't process the words.

"Wake up. Start a new chapter."

As I go to stand up, I can suddenly feel how much I'm shaking. I take my hand and put it up to my cheek to catch the warm droplets on my face. I sit there for a while longer. I can't bare to bring myself to do anything. I want to disappear. Not die but, I don't want to exist. Why do I even matter? What difference can I make? How do I know that I'm not going to make it worse?

I couldn't save her. I can't save them.

I let my sobs seep out to fill the emptiness in the room. If only my sobs could fill the emptiness of my heart.

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"So, how's David doing?" I asked the voice. I could tell he wasn't going to take her death well. Then again, I don't think anyone has taken her death well.

"Felix... Do you only care about David? Your friends are suffering yet you only ask about him?"

I know the answer to the questions that they asked yet, I'm not going to answer. Why should I tell them? I begin to get frustrated. They didn't answer my question, they only asked more. All could think was: "Fuck you! Answer my question!" I didn't realize I had said that out loud until I heard my scream echo off of the soundproof walls.

"Oh come on, Felix. You don't have to be like that." They paused for a second, as if they were trying to annoy me. "He's not taking it well. That's all. I'm trying to cheer him up but nothing is working. I'm sorry... I'm trying."

"Then why can't you just let us out?" My voice cracked, trying to keep my tears back. Hearing about David's struggles make me feel as if I was underwater.

"You know I don't have that power." They replied shakily.

"BULLSHIT!" I kicked the wall as hard as I could.

"You're on thin fucking ice, Felix. You want to help him so much? Then, try harder! In the next game make sure to stay by his side! Yeah, you helped in making sure that he survived, but you left him alone the whole time! Don't you think you should stay by his side? Isn't that what real friends are for? Real friends stay by your side no matter what but, you just left him!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I practically screamed my lungs out. "I can't- I can't do this." I sobbed. "I'm trying my best. I just want to make sure he lives to see another day."

"Exactly, you're not helping. Just give up. Leave it to the others. They could probably do a better job. Here, you'll understand soon."

Click.

I turned to the direction of the sound to find a small drawer with a knife and a sticky note inside. My eyes read the note and my eyes widened. I took the knife and with no hesitation, slit my throat.