The next few days, Kermit stayed in his bedroom. He didn't come out because he was afraid of what the others would think about him hurting his pig.
He cried, cut, constantly thought of death. He was sick of it.
"I think today is the day." He said while making a deep cut onto his arm.
Kermit laid down and started to think of it. He want to die but he's afraid to die. What will The Muppets think? What will Jim think? What would Piggy think?
Kermit fell asleep still having the question in his head.
Do I die? Do I not?
