It was a Sunday, the same Sunday I feel like I lived a million times over. In limbo with the same insufferable monotony I've felt since the day I was born.

The same weight I feel mounting on my shoulders dragging me deeper into my own self inflicted despair.

It was the day I decided I was done, far past the breaking point. So I wrote letters, my final words to my family and those I love. Apologizing for what I was about to do, telling them it wasn't their fault and begging for their forgiveness.

I slipped past my family tempted to break down, to ask for help. But I was to lost in my own delusions and despair that I didn't.

Making my way outside to the garage I put on 'three little birds' the last song I ever thought I would hear. I set my letters on my step dads tool box, took one of his power cords tying it around a beam in the ceiling with one end and a noose on the other.

Stepping on a bench I put the noose around my neck.

I took my last breaths, shed my last tears.

Then I kicked the bench out from under me.

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Dying took longer than I thought it would at first it was tolerable but as my body became desperate for air, panic and fear set in. In my final moments of desperation I tried to reach my phone to call for help like the coward I always knew I was. But it remained just out of reach. My vision blurred my lungs and body on fire, and then there was nothing.

There was no light, no dark, no matter at all an inconceivable void of all I ever knew when I was alive. There was no omnipotent beings judging me for my actions while I was alive. In a sense I myself was nothing at least in the ways I could comprehended at the time.

But as quickly as I entered this nothingness I found myself before a screen

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"Hello simulator 1117 mortal designation Jackson. I am a program set to help newly created simulators begin their path on a never ending he…"

"Shut the fuck up and tell me why I'm still alive. Why am I here I want to dissipate don't you understand that. It's why I took my own life, leaving all I ever loved behind. So why the fuck am I here?"

"…. Well this is the fate you chose by taking your own life. You and everyone who does so is cursed to live forever in a cycle of despair.

Barred from the celestial realm bound to mortality but never able to die . But don't be confused this is punishment the celestials disdain cowardice and the weak willed and this is their curse on those like you"

"Wait what are you talking about I'm now cursed for eternity forever trapped bound by some fuckers so I can suffer? If they hate me then why don't they just erase my existence?"

"Simulator has shown aggression and over stepped the bounds of his designation. Simulated world chosen 'Harry Potter'. Simulator being inflicted with the curse of erectil disfun…..@2!:!7:@2'vahseroorar error error"

(Mysterious figure) " Hey kid I don't have much time but I'm here to help before they ship you off. I cant explain anything right now just remember if you want to break their curse never give u..9:&4)84@2'h error, error corrected"

" Simulator being inflicted with the boons of 'Limit Breaker, Deadpoolian regeneration, Art of soul defense'. Ok simulator enjoy your never ending hell I'll see you soon teehee"

"What the fuck is happening"