I groggily walked up to my front door and heard the click signaling it was unlocked. I put my weight on it and it flew open, causing a bang to go throughout the house. I was shaking by the time I locked the door and closed the blinds. Sweat poured down my face and every breath in took was labored.  I wiped my face with my arm and limped into the bathroom. I stared at myself and tried taking deep breaths, even so, I ended up coughing.

What's wrong with me....

I turned on the cold water and splashed my face feeling the cold sensation travel down my neck and chest. I wiped my face on a towel and glanced into the mirror. I was even paler than before and my eyes were sunken into my skull. I bent over and rested my head on the sink. Something brushed against my ass so I jerked around ready to punch someone but nothing was there. Looking around frantically my eyes landed back on the mirror. Everything seemed normal until I noticed my eyes. They were completely black and blackish veins stretched from the corners of my eyes to my ears.

I dragged my hand over them and frowned, completely confused. A loud noised jerked my eyes away from the odd reflection and I rushed out into the living room. Chica was licking her snout while standing above a pan that was full of thawing chicken that I was going to make for dinner. I scolded her by flicking her on her nose. She sneezed and I chuckled, I wasn't going to eat it tonight anyway now that it's only me. I picked the pan up and she finished what was trapped under it.

Good thing I got boneless...

I rinsed my hands under cool water and dried them off. I furrowed my eyebrows and undid my bandages from my hand. A gasp escaped my lips and I stretched my fingers. My hand was fine, no scar or anything! I went to touch it when the phone started ringing. I jumped and rolled my eyes

" You'd think after almost four years of playing horror games I wouldn't be so jumpy..." I mumbled as I grabbed the phone.

"Hello, Mark speaking." I could hear sobbing on the other end.

"M-mark!" It was my brother.

"Hey! What wrong? Why are you-"

"SHE'S DEAD MARK!" More sobbing came from him.

"Who? Bro- Tom! Who's dead?" Fear was filling my chest making it hard to breathe.

"Mom..." My heart sunk "She-she had a heart attack and...AND!" Tears sprung to my eyes and I continued to whisper no to myself, soon my knees grew weak.

I hit the ground with a thud and the phone fell from my hand and shattered, just like my heart did. The tears wouldn't stop. My wails echoed through the house as did the pounding of my hand against the floor. Memories of my mom flooded into my mind causing, even more, tears to pour down my face. My body was wracked by nonstop sobbing. I managed to lean against the counter for support and made my weak body over to the wine case. I saw a half empty bottle laying in the shelves and grabbed it, still crying like a baby.

The top came off with a pop and I downed a mouthful. "To hell, if I get sick, I could care less." I put it back to my mouth and took another long drink. It soon ran out and I threw the damned thing on the ground hearing a satisfying shatter. I grabbed Chica and threw her outside and closed the door. I stumbled my way outside and quickly walked to the nearby store. I entered it and stumbled over to the beer and wine section and grabbed a dozen bottles of beer along with some coffee for tomorrow if I survive that is.

I threw the money on the counter and the kid at the register recognized me. Shit, just what I need...

"Oh my god! Is that really you?! I am such a big fan of yours!" His eyes glazed over when he saw the beer.

"Mark, you can't have the beer...I know that much." I eyed him.

"This is my body and I'll do what I please. I am a grown man, and if I need to I will take my purchase somewhere else." His eyes got wide and he quickly scanned the beer.

"Mark...please don't do anything stupid..." I went to say something but saw he was crying.

"Listen...my..my mom just..." The tears came back and I pinched my eyes "my mom just died ok? I'm sorry for snapping.... I just can't deal with ...." He walked from around the counter and gave me an unexpected hug. I patted him on the back and he looked at me sadly.

"Just know if you go, I go Mark. You're the only thing keeping me around..." I saw all the scars and nodded, grimacing. I coughed a bit and wiped my eyes.

"I guess I will see you, in the next video," I said jokingly

"Buh-bye." He waved.

I pulled out a pen and signed his hat and his eyes lit up.

"Come on buddy, quit for me, ok?" He nodded and I walked outside hearing a squeal come from the store.

I felt the heartache come back but shook my head and knocked back a beer. By the time I got home I was a little light headed but fine other than that. I slammed the door and flopped on the couch opening my third beer and chugging it down. I stared at it and a smile cracked my lips and a chuckle escaped me. It soon turned into full blown laughter mixed with the occasional sob or a muffled due to the beer sliding down my throat. The bottle dropped from my hand and shattered as I blacked out.

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I did not mean for this to be so depressing but it's kinda hard to avoid when it's about death....sorry? Hope you liked it! If so leave a like so I know you are there!

Ike out! BYE BYE!!!