Drenched in sweat, the outlines of my feet were on the wooden floor as I sat on the side of the bed, sunk in the mattress, recalling the moment I made a decision I might come to regret. Or not . . .
The object in my hand slowly made its way towards the ground beneath me. I couldn't let it fall. It was the reason for my wallet's lack of fat, and more importantly, the reason why I've been on this spot for the past few hours.
The Play Station and I had moments that would be hard to erase. It was solely responsible for my up-right-shoulders stroll wherever I went. I owned whoever I played against online and therefore walked as if I owned any place I was visiting.
I possessed all forms of self-defense abilities and a killer shot, therefore the fear of me getting robbed was as far away from my brain as poverty was. That's just what years of gaming does.
I got up and found out that pain had a shot as good as mine. The target: my lower back.
I stood up straight and made my way to put the console down on the table in front of me. I wiped my cheek remembering the moment that set my life on a different path.
“I can't do this anymore!” The voice got closer and closer, no different to the storm in the match I was playing, “You are going to make a choice today and you better make the right one,” she said.
With my eyes on the screen, I reminder her, “I always do . . .”
This response somehow made the situation worse and before I knew it, the signal on my Play Station, followed by her face, turned red.
“What happened?” I questioned the black screen in front of me. “Am I dead?”
“You will be if you keep ignoring me!”
“What do you mean?” I looked at her, “Are you okay?”
“One year without me –” being an aspiring author, she never gave one word answers, “or one year without . . . what do you call this thing again – video games.”
“Excuse me!”
“One year without me, or one year without video games?” She concluded, “you choose . . .”
That was one hell of a way to mess up my day.
My eyes were on the box of the Play Station as I returned it to where it had been hibernating since I initially bought it.
“Yea, I'm sorry, but you got to go,” the memory still lurked. “I'll see you in a year.”
I pushed the button, and swore I heard, ‘You told her straight like that?’ come from below the TV instead of the beep. Naturally I replied with confirmation.
. . .
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