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The Hardest Decision
by
Ali T
Played 783 times
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(spoilers!)
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When play begins: say "You wake up at 6 o’clock. It is still dark out. You get dressed. You do not eat breakfast. You bike to school. It is cold and dark. The sky is grey as the sun rises. Everything is grey. You arrive at 7:10a, 5 minutes before class starts. You put in headphones and hide them with your hair. [paragraph break] You try not to fall asleep in math class. You are unsuccessful. [paragraph break] You read during English class. [paragraph break] You read alone in the quad during snack break. Some people sneer at you and call you a dyke. [paragraph break] You draw your own picture instead of following the prompt during art. Your teacher scolds you. [paragraph break] You sit in the back of the class during science. You doodle in the margins of your notebook but don’t take any notes. [paragraph break] It’s lunch time. You don’t have money for lunch. You find an empty hallway and read by yourself. [paragraph break] You hide in a bathroom stall to change for gym class. You keep your long sleeve shirt on under your gym shirt. Your gym teacher scolds you and makes you run laps. [paragraph break] You go to geography. You get tripped walking to your seat. You say nothing. [paragraph break] School is over. You get on your bike, and bike to the park to meet your boyfriend. The two of you sit in the park. He complains. He doesn’t listen. You kiss before you bike home. [paragraph break] At home, you make yourself a cup of noodles. You hear your mom sleeping. You hear your brother playing video games. You go to your room. You listen to music. [paragraph break] You scroll on tumblr [paragraph break] You scroll on tumblr [paragraph break] You scroll on tumblr [paragraph break] You begin to cry. You can’t do this anymore. You can’t do this anymore. [bold type] You can’t do this anymore[roman type][paragraph break]â€; [YOUR ROOM] Your room is a room. “Your room is messy, with books and drawings and clothes strewn everywhere. The walls are white, with very few decorations. It depresses you. You don’t have any photos of friends or accomplishments to put up. Your family hasn’t taken photos in years.†The bed is a supporter in your room. The bed is enterable. The description of the bed is "Your perpetually unmade bed. You wish you could crawl into it and sleep forever." After entering bed: say “you crawl into bed, your tears falling freely on your pillows. You toss and turn, wallowing in your own sadness until you eventually fall asleep. [paragraph break] [paragraph break] [paragraph break] [bold type] you went to bed. You will do it all again tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after. And the day after. But tonight, you lasted the night. You don’t know it, but tonight, you’re strong. Years for now, you will be happy you had so many nights like tonight. TONIGHT YOU WONâ€; Your secret box is in your room. Your secret box is an openable container. Your secret box is closed. The description of your secret box is “An old wooden music box that broke and hasn’t played music since you were a child. There are old fashioned swirls painted on the top. The box is locked by an old diary lock and two holes you drilled in the lid. You keep the key around your neck at all times.†Inside your box is your pills. Your pills are edible. The description of your pills is “a small drawstring pouch filled with various painkillers, sleeping pills, and whatever else you could sneakily steal from your parents and bottles on the counter over the past several months. [bold type]Are you sure it’s time to go?†After eating your pills: say “you grab a water bottle off your desk, and swallow your pills. It takes tries to get most of them down. You’re crying, but you feel a sense of peace. Until not a minute later when your stomach rebels. You run to the bathroom. You vomit. You vomit for feels like hours. What feels like days. You wonder if this is part of death. You sink to the bathroom floor. It is cold. It is so blissfully cold. You close your eyes. [paragraph break] [paragraph break] [paragraph break] [bold type] you did not succeed. You wake up the next morning reeking of vomit. Your mother doesn’t notice. Your brother doesn’t notice. A month later, you are sent to a Wilderness therapy program. You LOST the fight tonight, but you will eventually win the war. â€
