The final notes of Chopin’s Sonata No.2 played and slowly faded out….

There is strangely always something about death that inspires a kind of morbid curiosity: at least to me, anyways.

The facts that it is not always like how the actors in television shows depict it: the little time interval where the actor dramatically gasps his final words and his body slumps, lifeless.

The strangeness of it all is that there are always different types of deaths.

The tranquil looking types: where the internal organs are ruptured and you would not even realize the man died except for the small trickle of blood flowing down, or even the brutal type of deaths.

Picture this: A grotesque scene of blood and guts, which features a mother and her child from a car crash. The baby, who happened to not have a seatbelt on, crashing and exploding on impact when the poor child hits the window, and the mother who’s head looked like it was bashed by a bat; her legs spread in a lewd fashion.

Or even during war, where a soldier might feel some urges and hand picks a pregnant woman. The soldier thought that he might as well enjoy her before she’s ultimately killed. As he was trying to do the deed, the women resisted and he accidently stabbed her in the stomach with his handy dandy bayonet.

There was a final scream of course, but then there is silence. There is always silence.

That, at least, to me is the most disturbing part about the touchy subject of death. How, exactly, moments earlier, there is a certain aspect about the person. Liveliness.

Ah, yes. That is the word that I was looking for. Liveliness and vitality.

How just a few seconds earlier, before the tragic accidents even occur, they were still them.

Do you understand? Do you feel where I am coming from?

They were they. Then they were nothing, just a bunch of lifeless corpses.

That is the aspect that is both disturbing and strangely frightening to me.

Of course, you might think that what comes out of a highschooler’s mouth is unimportant but I could care less.

I for one could care less about what you feel about the topic.

Well in a way, I guess I do care: about other people’s opinion that is. Otherwise why would I bother asking, what would otherwise be a pointless question?

With my many years of experience, I quickly came to realize that this world is ultimately unfair.

All those college prep kids trying to go to college, and all those idiotic athletic jocks are striving for something. Something is something but it might just as well be nothing.

Yeah. You caught me. Red-handed. You might as well just handcuff me right now.

Because I, for one, have nothing to strive for.

If this was a communist run society that I live in at the moment, then the ‘communist’ police would ultimately place me in jail. Being an unproductive member of society.

A leech, or what I would rather call a NEET (Not in employment, education or training).

This is the reason why I’m sitting at home on the computer talking to myself about my viewpoints about death. You might think that I am abnormal or even straight out call me abnormal. But I invite you to think about my position from my shoes. In my position, every body else is abnormal.

My argument is simple. I am the only normal person in this world.

They try so hard for something that seems so arbitrary. Those students striving to become great doctors or engineers and all those athletics who think that they’re the next Michael Jordan or something; they are all idiots, the bunch of them.

Rather then to force themselves to be something that they’re not just because they are good at it, I would rather find my own path. Being good at something and doing something for the rest of your life are two completely different topics.

Sure I may be good at math and the sciences, but does that really mean that all I am destined to be either in the medical field or the engineering field? Screw that.

I would rather not subjugate myself to these retarded laws in the name of ‘education’.

Becoming the best doctor in the world, being the best chemical engineer within the field, etc. etc.… What is the point of it all? Money? Power? Such reasons are even more pointless. I sincerely feel sorry and regretful for all those who pursue such high levels for no REAL reason.

You see, I have yet to find my passion. Thus I am taking it easy.

Again, my credentials might be questioned. An ex-highschooler not going to school, and locking myself in my room is not exactly a credible source; but to hell with this circular logic.

During my school years, I quickly realized how futile everything was.

The endeavors of the government to head to mars or some other retarded planet, the pointless frustrations of students struggling academically and even the pointless action of trying to struggle against death. It is all-futile. Some things are just inevitable.

An old grandfather hooked up with so many wires and machinery who struggles to breathe one last time, hanging on to see his grandchildren one last time before he passes away.

If you were to ask me how I feel about that particular scenery? I would straight up ignore the grandfather and check out the blooming cherry blossoms because it is spring.

Like I said before, I truly believe that such struggles and efforts are pointless.

And within such a pointless world, I gave up.

There’s no other way to put it.

Mooching off my parents. Yes, I know, I know. I am just staying in my room and being a human leech. Yes, again, I am despicable I know. But the thing is, my parents are so well off, that even if something happens –‘god’ forbid- I would still be so financially stable that my life style would not change. This is why I could afford to act the way I am acting.

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If my parents were just low middle class workers, I would honestly just skip past this phase go on to college and obtain a degree. I would even attempt to become a world-renowned doctor that I said I hated just a minute before.

“I will pay them back someday, as soon as I find the motivation and the drive.”

Just sitting here and browsing through articles, eating and sleeping. That is what my day consists of. You might think that I am a lazy and fat slob that is just making excuses. I have no real tangible way to prove myself to you, and I do not feel the need to prove myself to you.

Sure my stomach is getting a bit more rounder then it had been a few years prior, but I am by no means lazy.

My room is still as clean as it ever was. No rumpled dirty clothes lying around on the floor and there is no garbage that litters the ground. However, I do have an extensive book collection such that if I were to stack the books, I think I would have 4 columns of books that reach the ceiling.

But that’s beside the point.

Here’s another reason that I have that would prove my point that I am actually not just making excuses.

They tell me that I belong in the 99.9th percentile. A genius? I think if I remember correctly. That is what the doctor told my parents at least after I finished taking the IQ test that I was forced to take.

See? I am actually pretty smart if I do say so myself.

*Ding*

The notification for an instant messaging program rang, echoed and slowly faded out.

How incorrigible.

The nuisance of a childhood friend. My childhood friend.

What message number is this?

The 500th message that she had sent?

Ever since I stopped making an appearance in ‘reality’, she still kept up with the habit of messaging me. Even to the point where it seems as if she’s having a conversation with herself.

I worry about that girl.

She’s much too kind for her own good.

This message has a total of 3 sentences.

“Altern. Please play or at least give it a try. I dropped off the package in front of your door. ”

Altern. I think that it’s short for Alternate. It is the one game of the year that everybody raves about. 10 years prior, it was 2k14 or something. A basketball game? Again: pointless and a waste of time; at least that particular basketball game was.

But I think everyone who lives on this planet knew what the game Altern was. The first VRMMORPG (Virtual Reality Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) featured in the market. Even the most reclusive hermit should have heard about this game. The entire world was praising the game to the point where it would not be considered abnormal if a religion was created from the game.

TV channels, radios, magazines, advertisements and even educators talked about the game to the point where it is becoming a nuisance.

This was a game that was sold out as soon as it hit the shelves of GameStart and it was almost suspicious how fast people wanted to get their hands on it.

Did Drug addicts find a new high that they could experience while in the game?

Could the students study faster within the game?

Would practicing things in the game directly improve reality due to muscle memory?

Whatever. Again, that is beside the point.

Altern was dubbed the greatest thing that happened to the world ever since electricity.

Of course PC gamers would argue that personal computers were still the best thing that happened, but no one cared. I suspect that even they knew that this game would be the best innovative invention that happened, surpassing even the Internet and the computer.

There is something that draws people to a fantasy world that is based off of Earth where you are able to play hundreds and even thousands of playable races and classes. I am not even including the undiscovered races or classes.

Such a game would be so expensive…how did she get her hands on it? Elsa…

….

I’m not tearing up!

This girl. Every day she diligently brings me home made foods and a small letter to go along with it.

Buying an expensive gadget, helping me out with the little things, doing laundry… I am not moved at all!

I REALLY REALLY do not care!

Even I am not so sure. Why does she treat me so well? What good did I ever to do her? Even though I was not that particularly mean, I was not that particularly nice either. This girl, she’s too nice for her own good. What if someone takes advantage of her?

Ah. Beethoven’s Sonata Op.106 is playing in the background. What a nice melody.

Brushing aside the hair that long since covered my eyes, I pushed my chair backwards. I leaned against the backrest of my chair and stretched my arms by extending it horizontally across. Standing up afterwards, I walked towards the door and pushed the door handle outwards. I quickly opened the door and used my foot to sweep the package inside to my room and softly closed the door again.

I opened the box.

“Enjoy.”

Smiling wryly to myself, I took out the package out of box. Taking out the prepackaged headgear with Altern already installed, I quickly opened it up and set the device up.

Leaving the lights of the room off, I slipped on the headgear lied on my bed.

“Initiate.”

All of a sudden, my consciousness dimmed and I felt as if I took my first step into a black hole.