"Fifteen seconds left on the clock, Judah has the steal now transition to fast break"

The thing that's most precious in life are things that don't disappear, things that no matter how rough or tough you get you never lose it.

"He's coming up two defenders rush towards him, he's at that three point line but he looks like he's in no mean to shoot"

Those things most precious in life could be memories, knowledge or even gifts it can't be something you buy or make because those things don't always last

"Oh he's going for the dunk, oh no the two defenders make it and jump to him"

The thing that's most precious to me is my team, my friends, those who stick towards me why? Because no matter how tough it gets our memories are always there.

"WOW he dunks over two defenders to win the state title he did folks the red demons win their first national title"

If those things are the most important things to me then why? Why did I kill them all?

I look around covered in blood while hearing the cheers and screams of thousands of people.

"You did it Judah, you survived now tell me how does it feel"

I let out a big cry and begin screaming while hovering over my friends headless corpse.

"You bastards I'll get you all and survive this and soon everyone watching I'll kill you all too no one in this room will leave happy"

I soon felt an electric shock on my neck and soon stumbled to the floor, the only thing I could hear while almost blacking out was the laughter of all those people watching.

"Hahaha Judah next time you state something you better do it cause every chance you miss is just another chance of you dying in purgatory, now take this fool out of my sight"

They drag me and place me in a locked empty room with only a iron barred window I cried as I seen the moonlight shine on me I layed on the floor and wondered to myself

"How did this happen?"