It Was Just A Joke!

A Helping Hand

A scream.

That was the last thing I heard before blacking out.

Unfortunately, the rope didn't break my neck.

Unfortunately, I am still here.

Mark and Tyler had cut me down and  taken me to the hospital.

"Please be ok!"

"Wilf, why would you do this?"

and, my favorite,

"Please don't leave us! Please!"

Bing, Bim, and the Jims visited me today.

The Jims had a camera there to document the moment I had woken up.

They were disappointed when it hit 6 O'clock and I still hadn't 'awoken.'

They were pleading,

"Take me instead! Don't leave us wilfy."

But, they were just being dramatic.

Mark had snuck my gun in, hoping I would be awake and that it would bring me pleasure.

But, it didn't.

Dark came in today, after the others had left.

He sat beside my bed and let out a chuckle.

"Let us hope that next time you do this, it works."

Then, he left.

I don't think I want to leave the hospital.

I don't want to be anywhere near Dark.

I can't take this plane of existence anymore.

A nurse, just now, walks in.

She caresses my face and gets close to my right ear.

"Please, Wilford, wake up."

It sounded like Celine.

I could feel tears streaming down my face, yet my eyes wouldn't open.

My whole body felt numb.

"Wilford, you have to wake up. This isn't safe. He's feeding off of your sadness and your anger. I know it's hard to be happy in a time like this, but please try. I need you to be strong Please."

I felt the numbing go away and I open my eyes.

No one was really there.

I was alone.