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Sorry, Mum
by
Aspen Pash
Played 1,558 times
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"Sorry, Mum" by Aspen Pash The Strange Bedroom is a room. "You really should stop walking in here. You already pulled back on your clothes. Your naked lover whose name you can't place is passed out on the bed. Best to let them sleep.†A 10$ Bill is here. "You see a 10$ Bill sticking out of the strangers pants pocket on the floor." The Kitchen is north of the Bedroom. "The counter is piled with booze bottles and beer cans of brands you have never had before. Or maybe now you have. You see the bag of now empty drugs you two took last night. While you can’t remember. Must have been fun.†A 20$ Bill is here. "On the counter, sticking out under a few empty beer cans there is a 20$ bill. Might as well take this, bus fair doesn’t pay for itself." Medicine is here. The Medicine is edible. "Next to the stove you see a bottle of unlabeled pills. Medicine? You remember faintly taking some last night. Or did you only take what you brought over? Maybe you can take a few more pills. Your headache is killer and it made you feel pretty great last night if you did take them. What's the worse that could happen?" After eating the Medicine: say "You pop the white, chalky pills into your mouth. It tastes awful, even swallowing quickly leaves the residue on your tongue. Your body begins to seize and convulse and you have the faint, silver lining, glimmering hope that this may be it. That if you were lucky, you could die here and not wake up; that the police could come barging into the apartment and find you unconscious; that the medics could come and check for a pulse and announce you dead and poets could debatable if you ever really were alive. You made enough bad choices. You lived a morally skewed life and yet you were still here. Living. You were so tired, so tired of abusing yourself. You succumb to choking. This is it. You see your naked lover exit out of their room and rush over to you. Right, there name was sam."; end the story saying "You have died". The Bathroom is a locked door. The Bathroom is east of the kitchen. The Hallway is a room. The Hallway is north of the Kitchen. "You leave the apartment. The hallway smells of three-day-old vomit and your stomach begins to churn, your headache unbearable. There is no way you can leave just yet. Maybe you should go back to the kitchen and take the pills.†Bacon is here. The bacon is edible. "You see a plate of half eaten bacon outside someones door. A free meal is a free meal, plus you're starving. Why not?"
