Life Just Ain't Fair

...and a warm feeling starts to embrace you. You close your eyes and just enjoy the experience. When the warmth finally reaches an apex you start feeling a new sensation altogether, there's a tingly sensation running through the entirety of your body.

It feels like a static charge almost.

Wait, you've felt this before haven't you? Yes, but it's been so long that you nearly forgot how it felt. You experienced this same sensation right before you were taken from your world.

Just as you come to this conclusion the world below you vanishes and you fall a few feet, landing on something soft and bouncing slightly. The world around you is too dark for you to see but you feel something squirming at your side and that's when you hear it. When you hear her.

"What the fuck!"

Oh god, please no.

You hear something click and light bathes the room around you, but it's not just any room. No, this was your room, in the house that you shared with your girlfriend.

"Oh my god! Anon?"

You barely had enough energy to look in the direction of the voice, but you managed to do it anyway, and that's when you saw her. Your love.

You were home.

She quickly scrambles to your side, cradling your head and grabbing your hand in the process.

"Oh my god! Anon! Are you okay?! What's wrong?!"

You couldn't move or speak, the drug you injected yourself with was serving its intended purpose, all you could do was weakly caress her hand, screaming in your mind that you love her.

This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t fair at all.

In your last moments of consciousness all you could hear were your love's hysterical cries for you to stay awake, begging you not to leave her again.

The pain and desperation in her voice killed your soul.

When the paramedics finally arrived they did all they could to resuscitate you but nothing worked, you were pronounced dead on arrival.

The authorities investigated your disappearance and subsequent death as well as they could but nothing ever came of it. All they knew was that you disappeared without a trace for six months then suddenly reappeared in your bed with an unknown chemical in your bloodstream and covered in high quality custom tailored clothes, whose only identifiable mark was a small "R" and a three diamond pattern sewn into the collar of your shirt.

The circumstances surrounding your death would forever remain a mystery, but at least now your family had some closure... and a body to bury.

Welcome home, Anon.

Author's Note

First Story.

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