{for a better experience, put your headphones and put this 3 song on your spotify:
1-Requiem for a Dream
2-The Beginning Of The End
3- Inside by Chris Avantgarde (ft. Red Rosamond)}
•Putting my life on the line made me understand who you are.
Malek: I'm just a messenger.
•Who sent you? I want to meet him. I want to talk to him.
Malek: Tell me the message and I'll pass it on.
It's not something to discuss with a follower like you. You're just a means, a tool. You're stalking people who are clinging to life with difficulty, and you trick them into thinking they're strong enough to commit suicide.
Malek: You're delusional. It's not what you think.
•Oh, but I understand now. You're not giving them power, you're planting doubts in them. You're giving them a false choice, showing them that salvation lies in escape. You're dragging them into the abyss, and then leaving them to face their end alone.
Malek: The abyss? It's not an abyss, it's just a reality that they haven't had the courage to face yet.
•No. You don't understand. You can't understand it. You can only be a tool for something bigger than yourself. But now I see, I see your true role. You are just a deceiver.
Malek: enough talking about nonse, You're boring the readers. Let's do something special now, I'll share with you this time.
•What do you mean?
Malek: : i mean if you lose, I'll live?
•Does that mean if you lose, I'll live?
Malek: Yes, I'll disappear.
•so?
Malek: We'll continue with the same game you're playing, 'Russian Roulette', but with new rules.
•New rules?
Malek: Normally, you put one bullet in the gun, spin the cylinder, and pull the trigger. Before the next round, you spin the cylinder again, which resets the chances to one in six. But I'd like to make this game more serious, because you're special, Mr. Latif.
•What do you want?
Malek: : Get to the point, right? Okay, we'll take turns pulling the trigger without spinning the cylinder again. The bullet will go off once out of six attempts, and the game will be over. What do you think?
•ohh
Malek: Let's make things irreversible. I'm the one who will press your chance, and you're the one who will press mine. So that we don't take longer with the chances, because then we'll tremble. What do you think?
• I won't agree. I'm not a killer. I won't kill you. Each of us is gambling on his luck, and I'll start.
Malek: You refuse? Haven't you learned yet that refusing is in itself a decision? And that it doesn't change the truth? You're not here to be a good boy,. You're here because you might be on the verge of the truth.
•No, that won't be my way. I don't kill anyone. I might be on the brink of the abyss, but I won't let you lead me to it. As I said, each of us is gambling on his luck, and that's how things will be.
Malek: Do you think this is luck? Or maybe it's retreating from a real battle? You still don't understand. But that won't change anything. You will eventually pull the trigger, and you will feel like you have avoided fate, or maybe even come close to it.
•You are right about one thing, this is not just about luck. This is about who we really are in the face of truth. But I will start, because I know what I want to see in the end.
Malek: You will not survive this. There will be no winner, only multiple endings. But let's see what happens when you start.
•The game will not be what you want it to be, the Voice. I am here to determine my fate, not yours. Now, let me start, and don't waste your time on empty talk.
At that moment, I was at the peak of my emotional complexity; Chris Avantgarde (ft. Red Rosamond)'s "Inside" was pulsing through my ear, playing from my phone. The music was slow, dark, and loaded with all the tension that surrounded me as I sat there, waiting for the next moment in this endless game. The voice in my head enveloped me in a wave of indifference as the song played in its soft tones, as if reflecting what was inside me; emptiness, silence, and profound isolation.
"Inside," the voice from the phone echoed in my ears, but I didn't need words to realize that in my heart I was going through all these frozen emotions. The music was just a notification that the end was coming, but the question was: what end? Everything was passing through me as if I was part of a slow, meaningless scene, unable to escape a trap I had set for myself.
"Round one."
I pulled the trigger in desperation, but nothing happened. Silence was the one that dominated, there was no sound of a bullet, there was only complete emptiness. This was what I called the "big trick" of the game, which added to the questions floating in my mind.
"Round two."
But this time, it wasn't me who pulled the trigger. Malek, which had been watching me silently, decided to take the initiative. I felt something strange inside me as he pulled the trigger, and silence covered the entire moment. Nothing happened, as in the first round, but I felt that something was different. The silence became more intense, as if the waiting had increased the feeling of isolation.
Malek: your turn
His words echoed in my mind, like a distant echo, as if we were in this game attacking each other without fully realizing what we were doing. At that moment, the question wasn't: Will one of us die? Rather, will we be able to escape this vortex?
"Round three."
I put the gun to my head, I could barely hear my breathing. Suddenly.....
Malek: I've always wondered how you still alive?
I didn't answer. There was nothing to talk about. I was only focusing on the trigger in front of me, on the bullet that might fire at any moment.
Then, without hesitation, I pulled the trigger. feeling that the day must come when this brain would explode, but I wasn't sure yet.
But nothing happened. The voice was screaming inside me. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, because the truth was that in this game we were running after something we couldn't define.
"fourth Round"
Quiet as a grave, but it wasn't mine. The voice held the gun, and it was disgusting to me, even though I realized it was the same feeling inside me when I pulled the trigger. He put it to his head, and squeezed. Silence was the judge, again. He didn't kill himself, nor did I, but the game went on.
"Round five."
I knew it was my turn. I felt my breathing grow heavy, as if the air in the room had become toxic. I slowly put the gun to my head, the song "Inside" still playing, adding to the gloom. My hands were shaking, but I kept my grip as steady as I could. The fear was palpable, but it wasn't just the fear of death, but of the emptiness that awaited me beyond the end.
And at that moment,
Malek: What's the matter? Are your thoughts racing?"
It felt like it read my mind, knew me better than I knew myself.
Malek: Your chance of dying is now one in two, that's a very high percentage. You must be scared. There are a lot of thoughts running through your mind, right?
I was listening to him silently, but my heart was beating like drums, as if it was screaming inside me.
Malek: Let me guess what you're thinking right now… The gun is in your hands, right? And you're thinking: Fuck the rules, I'll pull the trigger once or twice and I'll blow his face off. Right?
His voice was confident, dripping with contempt, as if he was holding onto a part of me that I didn't want to see.
Malek: But before you decide to do anything, you have to admit one thing… Admit that you're a piece of shit like everyone else. A piece of shit who got lucky and managed to rise from the abyss because of me.
The voice paused for a moment, as if waiting for a response. But I said nothing. I had nothing to say.
I put my finger on the trigger. I was consumed by fear, but it was a fear that was a mixture of courage and desperation. I pulled.
Click.
Nothing.
The room was quiet again, but it wasn't a comfortable quiet. It was a quiet filled with tension and madness. I looked ahead, and I knew that the sixth round would be the last, and it would be the voice's.
"Round six."
I saw the gun in his hand, weighing heavily between his fingers as if he held the entire universe. He was looking at him silently, a look that held everything: the certainty of the end, the confusion of life, and the fact that no matter what, everything would end here.
His gaze made him feel weak, and for the first time since the beginning of this deadly game,Since 3 years I felt like I had the upper hand. It was like I was suddenly in control.
I smiled coldly and decided to strike back, to throw words at him just as he had always done to me.
•What's the matter? Are your thoughts racing?
I saw his hand stop for a split second, just a slight hesitation.
•That's right, fuck the rules. If you pull the trigger now, just once, you can kill me and end it all. You have to confess something.
I said it slowly, word by word, forcing him to hear every word.
•Admit it, you wear a mask on your face… that you hide your true self behind your voice. You deceive, you play, you destroy, but you are afraid… afraid of being exposed.
The song "Inside" was about to end. The final moments of the music were like the ticking of the clock, slowly approaching.
I saw a smile appear on his lips. A calm, mocking smile, as if my words had never affected him.
Then, without hesitation, he put the gun to his head.
The moment was frozen in time. There was no sound but the music, growing louder and louder, finishing its final melody.
He pulled the trigger.
And the moment he heard the sound of the missing bullet, it coincided with the last words of the song "Time to say goodbye".
Then... silence.
I suddenly felt a lightness I had never known before. My mind, for the first time in a long time, was devoid of any sound but my own.
The sound... disappeared. "Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un"