Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-32711576-20170729002225

My name is Tom. I'm in the hospital right now, because of an incident with him. I don't know how he did it, but he tore my life apart, bit by bit.

I'm not exactly one of the most popular kids, but I have a few friends. Well, they're probably not even real friends, and they're just looking to take advantage of me, or trying to be friends with me.

I had only one friend that I actually thought was a genuine friend. His name was Kyle. Almost every Friday, we'd hangout and play video games all the time. People thought we were nerds, but I didn't really care. The only part about Kyle that I really found strange about Kyle was he was always confident about himself. He was a huge fucking nerd like me, but would always act like he wasn't.

Oh well, he's gone. Many people don't know what happened to him, and honestly, I wouldn't like to know.

At his house, they were holding some garage sale, and they had a couple of discs in a bin. The games were things that I played with him all the time, like Super Smash Bros, Sonic Adventure, and a disc with a bunch of ROMs for Sega Genesis games on a CD-R. I went up to Kyle's mom, to ask how much they were worth. She said since I was one of Kyle's best friends, I could have them all for free. In my head I sort of bad, but I just took the games and left.

I played the games, and as I kept playing them, I felt like something was missing, ever since Kyle had disappeared. What fun was Super Smash Bros. Melee without Kyle to play Marth against me? Do I actually have any real friends in this world, or all they all just trying to be nice out of pity, or to make fun of me all because people think that I've got problem, just because I don't like to hang out with people, and tend to talk in a monotone voice. Maybe if they actually were fucking there for me, I would give a fuck about what they're saying, but they're just a bunch of fucking losers who can't say shit to my fucking face. I don't want to fucking be alive with these fucking losers, who just pretend to be my friend, just so they can fucking make fun of me behind my back.

I decided I had enough of this fucking bullshit and I was going to fucking end it. I reached for the cabinet where all the Advil was, and I downed the entire container. After time, I started to vomit blood all over. A vibrant red soon sprung all over the floor, staining it. I then fell and passed out, covered in blood.

On the ground, I woke up, only to find that there was no blood anywhere. The house felt different, but I don't think I would have remembered what it was, so it doesn't really matter. I decided that I had just been really and just fallen asleep on the ground, because I was tired. It doesn't really make any sense, but I don't really get as much sleep as everyone else, probably because I usually stay up late to do stuff. As I walked through the hallways, the walls began to feel like they were staring at me, as it felt I was desolated in this empty house.

I went into my room, which was lit up by the computer monitor, with no light shining anywhere. However, like before, I had felt nothing when putting games into my Gamecube. Then, I decided that maybe I should stop neglecting the other disc I had gotten, which was the Sonic the Hedgehog disc. I was always a huge Sonic fan for some time, but I never really enjoyed the classic Sonic games. They felt slow, and just felt the same as any platformer in the nineties. I mean, they just felt like they sort of dragged on, and you would need to these terrible special stages that I swear were designed by complete fucking idiots. Even I, with very little experience in making video games, could probably make some shit better than that. I only really played it because Kyle played it.

I booted up my Sega Genesis emulator, but it wouldn't run. I decided to play around with the settings in the emulator, and somehow I got it to work. I don't know why I didn't just turn it off, because this is probably a waste of time.

As it started up, I noticed that the colors were a bit off. Sonic's eyes were black, and the ocean was filled with blood. Gee, I wonder what fucking asshole made this color swap Deviant-Art looking ass character. This isn't Kyle's by the way, because we'd be totally against that shit. I remember all the time we would just go on some websites to make fun of people's dumbass Sonic characters. I think he just downloaded it to take the piss out of some shitty Sonic fanhack.

I started the game, and I started off the first level, Green Hill Zone. It started off perfectly normal, except I would keep hearing static frequently throughout the level. Also, I noticed I couldn't do a spin dash. I'm not sure if that was part of the shitty fanhack he installed, but that shit was fucking retarded. As I got to the next level, the music started to sound off-key. This is bound to happen with Sega Genesis emulators, as they had some weird fucking sound-card that would always produce sounds in a unique way. I finally had gotten to the bonus stage, as I had 50 rings. Out of all of the games, Sonic 1 had the best special stages, hands down. In the stage itself though, the background was really weird. I noticed text that said, "you did it" floating in the background. I just assumed that it was to try and encourage the player by saying that you did a great job by making it to the special stage.

I got to the next zone, Marble Zone, which I always thought was fucking terrible. I remember Kyle used to always say that the older Sonic games were a bit better, but that's honestly absolutely bullshit. At least in Sonic Adventure you would keep a constant pace. Here, the first stage, it's all about speed. Next stage, it's just a boring tread through an even more boring empty environment. It would be so much better if I wasn't alone in my room, playing this as my monitor lit up the room. I felt as if I was being consumed by the inscrutable darkness, absorbing me slowly.

On the game, at least I think, I heard an ominous voice say, "you did it". Before, the use of the word had seemed very clear, but this time, it was out of place. What did I do?

I finally decided, fuck it, this game sucks dick, I'm going to stop playing. It was time to go to bed, as it was 3:00 am. As I tried to go to sleep, the voice felt engrained in my head.

"You did it," the voice echoed into my head.

"You did it."

"You keep saying to yourself that everyone is fake to you, but really, what kind of friend are you?", the voice beckoned.

"Maybe if you actually cared about anyone other than yourself, you wouldn't be as lonely as you are."

At a loss of words, I tried to block out the voice.

"Were you even that much of a friend to Kyle? All you did was go to his house just so you can play video games there, instead of treating him like a proper friend, just taking advantage of him."

"Do you even remember what he looked like?"

I was silent.

"No wonder you killed him off so easily, you don't even remember him."

I started to burst into tears, as I started screaming, "I DIDN'T DO IT".

The voice ended off by saying, "Are you any more alive than he is?"

Suddenly, I started tearing myself apart, exposing the under-lying flesh underneath my skin. I didn't belong on this world, ever since the first day I was alive. I never liked Kyle. I hated him. He never cared for anything I said, and he would just ignore me. I got tired of his shit, and decided to go out and kill him. Right now, as we speak, his rotting corpse is rotting six feet below the dirt, in the middle of the forest.

As I had lost a great amount of blood, and had passed out, this time out for good.

Strangely, I woke up one to realize I wasn't dead, but I was in a coma for years. They said that I was sent into a state of shock by something, but before they could finish, I told them that whatever it was, Sonic did it. Sonic killed Kyle. It was no human that did it, Sonic did it. The doctors showed a look of concern, and assigned me to a new sector of the hospital.  