Six

“Hey Quincy, get up!” 

“HeY qUInCy, gET uP,” I repeat sarcastically. I feel terrible. Clearly what I did yesterday wasn’t enough to prevent this Sunday from repeating. I kind of want to die… and hey, what’s stopping me? I mean, if I, say, get hit by a car, I’m just going to wake up at Amber’s place again anyway. There’s obviously no point in dying, but it might at least make me feel a bit better. I sprint to the largish window in Amber’s guest room and throw myself at it. The glass shatters, leaving a few shards in my knuckles, and then I’m falling. Amber’s house has three storeys, and I just jumped from the top one. The ground speeds towards me. The world around me is a blur. I hit the ground. The world is suddenly enveloped in a great brightness, and then it all goes dark.