Trigger Warning: suicidal thoughts and actions. Mentions of mental health and death. Mentions of addiction and abuse.

Prologue:

Nobody asks to be born; we are forced into this world by two people. Some are in love; others are not. Staying in our world is a choice we make, although many people do not realize it. We may not have chosen to exist, but staying in existence is always a choice.

The day I died was a day I've begged for since I could understand my own thoughts. My first thought of death was when I was eight. I wondered if there was a way to make the pain go away. Of course, I was too young and naive to realize my thoughts so I let it pass.

But at age ten, I started putting my thoughts into action. My first suicidal attempt I tried walking into traffic. It was like I was hypnotized for a split second. The thought of the hidden pain beneath my dress and my skin disappearing if my life ended was so compelling that I let go of my mother's hand and just continued to walk.

I didn't blink or breathe in that split second. And just as I was about to step onto the road of moving traffic, two burly hands reached out and stopped me. A man with his wife and children my age had seen me and was quick to scoop me up into his arms.

That day I attempted my first suicide and failed, but that was also the moment I realized that not all grown adults were vile and mean as I assumed. There were grown adults who cared for a child's well-being, I was just unlucky enough to have been born to a spoiled narcissistic mother and an alcoholic gambler of a father.

Ever since that day, I have tried multiple times to end my pathetic existence. From hanging to jumping off bridges to drowning. But for some reason, someone has always stopped me, they always saved me. 

Until the night of my sixteenth birthday, when I find myself alone in my small, rundown apartment.

The warm water sloshed around as I lay in the small bathtub. The apartment is void of any person except me; my father had gone out drinking with his buddies while my mother was probably in some other man's bed for the night. I was alone in the apartment.

The tub continues to fill with warm water as I relax, my clothes still on as I lean my head against the rim of the tub and I watch the water slowly turn red. My inner wrist stings like a bad burn as the warm water touches it, but the pain fades soon enough. Empty pill bottles float around me like children's bath toys as I release a heavy sigh. 

Tonight I will attempt another suicide, and I will succeed. This time I made sure no one could save me. Both parents out of the house, the older lady next door has her groceries so she won't come looking for me like usual, the landlord is paid in full of the rent my parents 'forgot' to pay so he won't intrupt tonight. 

I stare up at the ceiling of my bathroom, listening to the sound of the tub filling up. i always hated my existence, I always hated being apart of this word. Living this sad, pathetic life. Struggling to live another year, another month, or even another day. 

I'm tired of it all, I'm just tired. I want to sleep, sleep and never wake up. Tonight I want to die, tonight I will die. I made sure nothing went wrong. 

I can feel my body sink deeper into the tub, slowly submerging myself beneath the warm, red-stained liquid, my head falling beneath the water. My body slowly numbing over and a wave of exhaustion hits me. I can feel the chains that bind me to life slowly loosening as I closed my eyes. 

Please, make my suffering end...

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{Click To Start A New Game}

New Game

What is this?

I stare up at the notification icon that suddenly appears in front of me. I glanced around me and notice I'm surrounded by pitch-black darkness. The only light is the blue hue emitting from the notification icon. I look down and see that my body is completely fine, I have no cuts along my wrist, not a single drop of blood. I'm wearing a thin white dress, and my body is completely dry. 

"But, I drowned myself. How am I standing here?" I mumble as I look around, hoping that I could spot something new, but only darkness surrounds me. I turn back to the notification and stare at it. "New game?" I whisper looking at the words. "Why would I start a new game? What is this? A video game?"

Confused, I slowly reach a hand out, my fingers lightly grazing the screen in front of me, accidently clicking the new game button. The icon words shifts, and new words appeared on the notification screen startling me. My eyes quickly read over the words. 

{Please Select Players Name}
---> Evermore
---> Magnus
---> Xylia

I stare at the space for a moment. "What the hell?" I mumble out. Am I dreaming? I think to myself. Do I need to pick a name?  Unsure, I reach up and select the first name. The words shift again and new words appear. 

{Players Name Has Been Selected}
{Players Name: Evermore}

The words shifted once more.

{Select One Of The Following}
1: Teddy Bear
2: Sword
3: Bracelet

I stare at the options. "What is this?" I lift my hand and select one of the options. "I must be dreaming, maybe I didn't die and I'm actually in a coma right now. Some sort of coma dream?"

{Option Three Has Been Selected}
{Bracelet Has Been Chosen}
{Bracelet Has Been Added To Your Inventory}

The words on the screen keep changing fast and I struggle to read it. But just as the words change once more, a huge gust of wind blew from all directions. I struggle to stand properly, I lift my hands up to shield my face from the harsh winds. The wind grows more aggressive and for a split second I thought I could make out a faint voice through the wind. Peeking through my fingers, I saw the screen before my world went dark once more.

{Welcome, Evermore. To The Land Of Erakis}