Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28144855-20170730184854/@comment-26545936-20170730212421

"Welp desperate times call for desperate measures... or some shit." Since I am a bartender I would have, logically plenty of utensils scattered about.

I walk over, pick up my best knife, especially dull one as I am a shitty bartender, would have to keep reusing stuff, put it to my neck and whisper. "Praise be to the Chief God, and may you all rot in hell."

And then I stick the knife deep into my neck, until I push it all the way through to the other side, it hurts, oh god it fucking hurts but its better then being eaten alive by savages.

I keep cutting, and cutting, and ''cutting! ''Heh, after all this time, all of my willpower saved up just to ignore the pain to kill myself.

Come on, come on, don't... got all day. My lungs are being filled with blood and then being a bit cut themselves, but I keep focus on what's ahead, the afterlife, some place better then this shitty town, then my shitty life, where nobody cared for me and I was left, but then I made this... and now it's burning away.

''SHINK! ''My head topples to the ground, blood spurting everywhere, last thing I see in my blurried vision is the door open and a cried out gasp of horror.

-12 hours later.-

I wake up with a gasp, my eyes wandering and then widen as I frantically place my hands around my neck... A thin scar around the entirety of it. So I did... then how... I take in my surroundings.

I look to be in my village's clinic and in a patient's bed, a blanket covering me, and I could feel that I atleast had some decency underneath. I slowly stumble out of the bed and then notice my especially pale skin, like I was a vampire... I couldn't be, could I? No way...

"Ah, Gavyn, you have awoken..." A frighteningly dead, yet familar voice spoke out to behind me. I spin around behind me and shockingly step back.

"Victora? How..." My voice trails off as I look at my childhood friend- no hero. She was always better then me, born into royalty while I was stuck in the dirt, but apparently she something in shitty little me and we somehow became friends... She was a expert magican or something like that and knew how to heal with the lightest touch. She was stationed here to defend... A lone hero against a horde of elites... there was no chance.

But here she stood... but not alive, her vibrant skin had turned into a pale almost bluish parlor and her eyes just looked... dead like she wasn't really there anymore. Her robes that were enchanted with magical nonsense were tattered and torn, and her red hair had turned a stark white. Devoid... of... of everything. But somehow despite ALL of that, I knew who she was.

"V-Victora, w-what... what happened?" My jaw felt numb, no, everything felt numb and just not there, like I was floating in a nightmare and I could never wake up.

She regarded me cooly before nodding to herself and speaking in a flat tone. "The town was taken over by the Demon Lord's forces, a elite force that was seemingly cursed was sent here. We fought to the last man and women, but eventually it was overrun, I was forced to the ground and things were inserted into me before I transformed... I... I may have dabbled into necromancy a bit and I appeared to have transformed into a Lich as a result of that... Shortly afterwards, I learned you had commited sucide to save yourself."

The information sinks in for a couple seconds and I just slump down onto the floor against the wall, taking it all in. "No... no... N-no!" Victora seemingly glides over to me and drops to her knees looking at me with her lifeless eyes.

"How must pain did you suffer? To escape from it all..." I look at her, tears in her eyes at her question.

"My emotions are dimmed and yet everytime I remember the words and sight that you were lost, dead, a thousand voices scream in fury, sadness, and other such notions of emotion. But yet... you are braver then I, for I could not do the same in the situation, I could not escape from hopelessness. I could not see the afterlife... and I apologized once, and I'll do it again... But if I can't be in that afterlife with you, then the afterlife isn't worthy for you." I realize that tears are now in her eyes. I... I don't know what to think anymore.

"V-Victora... I-I'm sorry..." She looks at me directly and has a sad smile on her face.

"You don't need to be, I was just being selfish... But... can you accept me, for what I am? For who I am." She tilts her head.

I was shocked... did... did she love me? I had loved her ever since we met, I just didn't realize how important love was at that point in my life. "Of course... Y-yes, yes! I just... I... j-just need some time to adjust... to this." I smile a bit, but its overshadowened by tears.

She nods, wrapping her arms around me gently. Smiling happy this time, real happiness. "I understand, We have all the time in the world, don't we?"

Bonds united only through death.