Chapter 1: A Slice of an end of a lifetime.

"How have you been?" He asked.

"Fine, likewise?" I responded.

"Same as you. So what have you been up to?"

"Pretty much sleeping and eating with the majority goes to sleeping."

"That's not quite good as you just lay there like a snake."

"Yeah, yeah..." I paused. "I guess I'll go outside today.."

"That's more like it." He smiled and said goodbye afterwards as he got out of the room.

Watching him leave the door I sighed and shook my head as I laid back down.

'It is just some meaningless chatter for the sake of interaction especially with his position. Since, I am under his care then I'm his responsibility, so it is still very much appreciated as he is busy with other stuffs and still find time to visit.'

As I am thinking that, an ad popped up in the screen as the video was left playing. It knocked me out of my mind and continued to watch it. Since the video still progressed as we were chattering I have to rewind it a bit.

Sitting there on the bed watching videos I suddenly came across a topic that intrigued me and clicked it.

The video played. By the way the video was about suicide and stuff relating for you to not commit the action. The reason why it intrigued me is because it's quite a sensitive topic to approach especially at current times, far more touchy compared to last decades.

According to the video, the rate of people committing suicide is at its highest peak that has been seen in the last few years making it quite alarming. As for the possible reason, the video stated that it may be because of higher requirements and higher competitions, mental illness and etc. Also, it included in the video that since talents are not common but also not rare the companies etc are also not much of in need of it and if there is it has to be better than the current talents making so that higher competition is one of the problem. As to why they committed suicide that's simple as talents mostly have big egos they can't handle failure to well or the latter being afraid of suffering since they did not get the job then they have no money and have no expenses for them to live making them give up hope. It is quite unrealistic why such reasons became prominent since the last decades are not anything close this.

Then again there is 'changing times'. And since I haven't been watching news only online videos for entertainment such as this, it's no wonder how I don't know the current happenings in the world plus I don't have the time to do so.

While we are on the topic, let's reminisce a bit.

I personally thought of suicide but just there and no more. I always think about committing suicide as I see to it that there is nothing more to life. Ultimately they are all just passing thoughts, just think of it as amusing yourself with something that you cannot answer and was stuck thinking about it for quite some time. I have no intentions of committing the act at all just some meaningless thinking meant to pass time. By the way I'm at my teens here, so yeah, deal with it. I say there is nothing more to life, it is because of me being an Otaku but not a weeb. I watch anime and "stuff", read wuxias and fictions so I guess thats one of the reasons why I came to that thought process. But like you have to admit life is like this: being a child; the stage where you are a retard, teens; the stage where you get delusional and horny, and adult;the stage where you marry and reproduce or just die alone somewhere in a corner of a hospital. Pretty much there is nothing except that and pleasure mixed in along with sorrow but in general it like that.

'As I do not have a goal in life (until now), I say that life is not fulfilling.'

[Authors note:

By the way, there is some crucial parts that was mentioned just casually in 'his' thoughts that plays a big role in the way his thinking and the 'knowledge and where it came from', in the future. So yeah, just a heads up as to answer questions in the future. If you've read the original chapters you may know what I'm saying(writing in this case). (:p) ]

Creak.

The door opened which blasted me out of my thoughts. 'Damn' I thought as I cursed on the inside. Gazing at the approaching figure, I felt quite offended as I was deep into that thought and midway got interrupted so suddenly but thats just me.

Properly looking at the figure, she wore the same thing with the middle aged woman in the morning the only difference is that she is much younger, about in her 20s.

'She closed the distance between us and she suddenly laid on top of me with her hips of moving like waves above my crotch and started humping me while kissing my lips vigorously'. I thought as I watched her approach. It may be lewd and bad to think someone with that, especially at my age, but considering that I just reminisced at my teens; I guess the attitude got carried out. To be honest it's her fault in the first place to disturb me while I was in deep thought making me quite agitated.

In reality, outside that dubious head.

The woman helped me out of the bed and unto the wheelchair. Which reminded how the 'fluff' did that appear here as I did not see it when she came in. But considering I was just dwelling into the dubious thought a moment ago I ended it with me not being able to notice it.

As I already know the drill from experience to the point there is no Nedd to think and just pure reflex I followed the guide of the woman in white and sat on the wheelchair.

Going out of the room I saw the familiar corridors which can make people lost as the halls look the same. Weaving through it the woman brought me down to the ground floor and then proceeded to the back door. The back door was the way to the buildings' garden.

As we arrived at the garden I dismissed her and just closed my eyes. My body is one with nature right now.

'Thinking about it, the doctor said today was the same thing he said to me in this couple of days. Then I realised that, I also answered him practically the same thing in every way as today, yeah good luck there.'

...

Back in the bed I was scribbling on piece of paper with a letter beside me. Precisely the scribble was describing my daily life here at the hospital. The letter was sent by my brothers daughters, so I had to write to them back. With no topic to write into I just wrote my daily life here.

Writing a dot I ended the content of the letter. And gave it to the nurse that gave me my dinner for tonight for her to send, probably will arrive at least a couple of days as they are in a boarding school and the address was sent to their house, they will have to wait and go home first before they can read it. I smiled and cleared the desk.

[Authors note:

The 'humping' part is just his 'thoughts' while writing it along with the commiting suicide himself stuff. He only included on the letter that he watched a video about suicide and it intrigued him.]

...

Another day has passed.

Still the same monotous lifestyle with matching events that's practically the same.

The only 'that' that's not the same is that I can feel my life slowly flickering like the flame of a candle under the wind threatening to be extinguished.

...

Midnight.

The waves that was going up and down, now became a straight line accompanied by a long beep of a machine.

I officially passed away that day.