Suicide Note

Eric W. James

A basic name, "Eric W. James," I'm told my mother gave me that name. Unfortunately that's the only thing she'll remember me by, a basic name. I didn't choose it, the name was assigned to me, I could say the same for living. I didn't choose to exist, I was assigned to exist. I'm in bed, covered by the sheets and playing Attack and Attack GO, a game that I swear I'm not addicted to. I'm only a level fifty elite and ranked in the top ten players of all time, okay maybe I'm just a little addicted to the game. Before a round starts, I can hear my drunken father crashing into the living room, I just hope he doesn't bring out...never mind. He yells my names and tells me to come to the living room this instant. I reluctantly shut down my laptop, get out of the sheets and my bed, and waltz into the living room. I see my drunken father, shirt with God knows what's on it, sagged pants and only one shoe on. He used to be a smart man, brave, heroic, loving, whatever fairy tales describe a father with. He was a king and the queen being my now deceased mother. He burps and stumbles around, "N-Now listen here," he burps again, "Eric, I'm gonna' h-have a little f-fun with a very kind lady. I need you to s-stay in your room and be quiet. I-If you aren't, I'll bring out 'B-Buddy'." I shook in fear, anything but buddy, please. I nodded and he put his hand on my head, I forced him off and ran back into my room and locked the door shut. "I hope you get AIDS," I whispered. I got back into bed and hid myself underneath the covers, "I don't want to play, I don't want to play, I don't want to play," I whispered. I stared into the darkness that was in the sheets, I huddle up into a ball and fall asleep.
  
I step out of the shadows and into the "moonlight". I quickly try to hide what I was doing in the shadows and go back to my throne. "Oh Rahim, praise you for you are our king," I hear everyone say as I inch closer and closer to my throne. I arrive at my throne and take a seat, my most trustworthy servant walks up to me and asks if I wanted anything, I tell him to bring me a normal serving of demon souls and he heads off to collect my dinner. "Eric W. James," I whisper, "Come on now $@&#*, you don't need to hide your name." I look up and see the beautiful palace that is called "Heaven", the neighbor of Heaven is "Note". The same name given to the people who serve under the power of Master Core and his apprentice Abel. Where I am is nowhere near close to what's underneath us, Hell. I'm not gonna lie Satan has appeared here in Rapture a couple of times, often gambling with me the Suicide Demon King and oftentimes asking for workers who eventually return back here. I look down at my hands and remember the bloodshed that led me to become the Suicide Demon King, Rahim. My servant returns with a fresh pair of demon souls and I feast upon them like a pig. I'm pleased with his service and tell him to take a break and go enjoy himself, his gains a grin upon his face and rushes off into the unknown. "Eric W. James," I whisper before getting up from my throne and heading towards the shadows.