1 CHAPTER 1: ENDLESS NAP
"It's better to die doing good than doing bad."A phrase that comes to my mind while I'm lying on the road face-palming with blood gushing from my head comes to mind, but before I continue, let's look back and see why I am in this state.
First, it all started in a dimly lit room with a monitor in front of my face, which I've been staring at for I don't know how many hours. I'm playing a game that I love very much, so I don't get bored, but suddenly my stomach started to grumble
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"Ahh, I'm hungry." I said this while holding my stomach, which hadn't digested anything since yesterday, and because I'm so into playing this favorite game of mine that I'm not even aware that it's already 10 in the morning.
"I can't concentrate! I should eat first." As I said, I started to get my jacket from the cabinet, but then my face got a look at the mirror, and I saw my reflection. A man with an overweight body, eyes like a dead fish, and an unshaved beard that grew longer than I thought That's me, Nagi Travers, 20 years old, unemployed, and a proud shut-in. My last job fired me a month ago because they say I'm incompetent, but the reality is I'm being bullied by my coworkers; they pass their work to me and threaten me to do it first so I don't have the time to finish my own work.After I get my jacket from the cabinet, I start to go out of the house. I call myself shut-in, but I still go out to buy my necessities, and where do I get that money? Of course, it's by winning an online tournament with cash prizes.
Soon after I got out of the house and looked at the road, the memory that I wanted to forget the most—the memory of my high school, which is the reason why I became a shut-in—always came into my mind.
"Forget it, forget it, forget it," I mumbled while walking straight to the convenience store, which only takes five minutes to get to from my house.
"Hey! " "Isn't that chubby Nagi?" I heard a man's voice, a voice with which I'm familiar and which I hate so much.
"Eh? You're right! He's still alive? "I thought he died since we graduated high school, hahahahahaha." Soon after the man's voice, a woman's voice comes next, and I'm familiar with her voice too. They're the two people that I hate so much. They're Jake and Mary, the two people who are the reason why I became a shut-in.
They always bully me that time when we're in high school; they do anything that they think is funny to me, from the smallest mischief to something that can't be considered a prank, and I experience it all. But why are they here?
"Hey! Chubby Nagi, long time no see! how long it's been?" Jake said while coming my way.
"Y-yo, Jake, long time no see too. I think it's already 2 years." I said I was acting like I wasn't scared.
"Huh!" "Who said you could talk to me like that, huh?" Jake said this while looking pissed.
"I-I'm s-sorry, m-master Jake" I said while trembling."Give me your money like you always do," said Jake while smiling.
"Give it already, or do you want it to be like the old times?" Mary spoke while smiling too.
"Y-yes! Here!" In my nervousness, I give them my whole wallet, which contains all of my money.
"O-oh! You have quite a sum! Thanks!" Jake said this with a smile that almost reached his ears.
"Then I should go now," I said with a voice that was full of sadness and hatred—hatred for myself because I couldn't still fight back against them.
"Wait!" said Jake while holding my shoulder.
"Tell me where you live now so I can come when I need money," said Jake, with the look of someone who just thought of something clever.
Out of fear of them, I tell them my house address and run away from the convenience store.
"Ahh, it ends now! My happy days of just playing my favorite game without any worries are over! I said that after I got to the front of my house. If it comes to this, there's no better solution. My memories from my high school days to my working days and the memories of my parents, who died two months ago, all resurfaced, and now my bullies from high school will do their bullying again. I can't think of any other solution to this suffering. I started to get the rope and tie it to the ceiling, then place a chair under it.
"After this, there's no more suffering," I mumbled as I started to place my head in the rope, but suddenly—
"Ding-dong,Ding-dong"
The doorbell rang. I want to end this all, but what if it's something that can give me hope? I'm thinking like that when I approach the door, and soon after I open it, a delivery man appears and says that my order has arrived. But when I said I had no money to pay him, he got so mad that he badmouthed me until he was satisfied, then left. Ha! What hope? He just adds to my suffering, hahahaha.
"Then, it's time to continue." After I said that, I started to close the door, but something got into my field of view.
A young girl picking up her ball that got into the road was there, but there's something more: a truck that seems like it doesn't know the girl was there is coming and isn't slowing down at all.Before I knew it, I ran to the road and pushed the young girl who was supposed to be hit, but instead the truck hit me.
I was flown into the air and crashed to the ground, where I face-palmed. I tried to stand up, but I have no strength, and blood started to gush from my head. All I can hear is a child who's crying and the panicked voice of the truck driver while calling an ambulance. But I don't think I will be saved after this. My body started to feel hot—no, it feels cold—and an uncontrollable pain started to attack my body. So this is what it feels like to die. Well, I did a good deed before I died, so I think it's worth it, just like the quote says, "It's better to die doing good than doing bad." Soon after that, I started to feel sleepy, so I started to close my eyes and decided to start my endless nap where there is no suffering.
