A Button To Stop It All

Making The Machine

Thunder bolted outside of the house he was in. The sound of the heavy rain was loud on the roof of the house.

It was past midnight, but The Man was still up, working on his invention.
A button to stop it all, he called it. It was basically a small machine that's connected to your heart, and with a small click on the button attached to the machine, it sends electrical waves to the heart, forcing it to cease to function, concluding in ones death.

He worked hard on it, for the better half of a month, every day after coming back from work.
"It can finally end," he thought to himself, "all this pain I'm in. No more suffering!" This thought excited him.
While working on the machine, he always had time to think about his life.
"How did it get this bad?" He asked himself. "What did I do wrong?"
He found himself going back to a very old memory of him and his family, it was summer, they had gone to the beach, sat there for hours, laughing. "Where did that happiness go?"

Sadness got the best of him, he put down the work he was doing, and sat on the chair.
He looked around for some minutes, then found himself crying. "Ugh, I hate it when I get emotional!" But he was always emotional. Always.
He cleaned the tears away, got up, and went to the bathroom. He cleaned his face with water, and went back to his work.

He found himself thinking of old times again. "Shit." He was an overthinker too.
The Man remembered a day where he hung out with his old friends. They drank, partied and had fun.
He remembered how much they laughed when they ate popcorn from the floor, not realizing that it was on the floor, until they sobered up. "Good times."
But they were past gone now. No more friends, no more family, no more anything!

An hour passed as he was working, and a yawn escaped his mouth. "Maybe it's time to sleep."
He went to his bed, lurked under the sheet, and took off to dream land. Quite astonishing, that even though he was a miserable person, The Man was a very imaginative dreamer. His dreams often gave him a little bit of relaxation from life and it's stress.
This time it was different, though. He didn't dream of anything unreal or magical, this time he dreamt of his mother!
He'd never seen his mother in his dreams for a very long time.
The Man tried to speak to her, but she was ignoring him. "Oh no, I'm in a nightmare." The Man thought to himself, while in deep sleep.
"Mother! Please answer me!" He screamed, to no answer. Then he realized that there was no sound coming from the scream! He tried screaming again, but no sound came from his mouth.
In a heartbeat, he found his mother looking at him. It scared him how fast it happened.
"No speaking for you, till you appreciate what I gave you!" His mother told him. "But what did she give me?" He thought to his sleeping self. "What did you give me, mom?" Finally, there's his sound back.
"Life." His mother said with a disappointed tone. "I gave you life, my son. It took me 9 months and a whole life to make you a life, why are you taking it away?"

Then he woke up.