Jason's POV
Everything is blank. There's nothing here but me, and it's really strange. I can hear my mother and Tiana, but it's almost like they're in another room... Strange.
To make matters worse, I can hear all of Tia's crying, begging, and just all around heartache, and I can do nothing. I can't comfort her, or assure her that I would be okay. Hell, I can't even open my damn eyes.
This shit really fucking sucks. The pain, the uselessness that I feel, and the heartache I'm causing my family. All I want is to wake up and tell my girl that I'm okay.
"Sucks, don't it?" A voice, that sounds eerily familiar, speaks out of nowhere, causing me to almost jump out of my skin.
"What the fuck?!" I look around, seeing no one. No one but... myself.
I can't believe my eyes. Standing before me is... me. Albit younger me, but still me.
'What kind of drugs are they giving me?' I think to myself.
"The good kind." The younger me quips.
"Uhh," I seriously don't know what to do right now.
"Don't be so tense." He chuckles at me. "How about a question." he offers.
"A question aye," I repeat, scratching the back of my head. "Okay then. Am I dead?"
"Well that's kind of a loaded question." He laughs nervously. "Well you're only dead if you wanna be?"
"That's not a very comforting, nor helpful answer."
"But it's a truthful answer." He smiles at me. "Right now the answer of whether you live or die is completely up to you."
"Up to me?" I repeat.
"Yeah, up to you." He confirms.
"Hey I have another question." I say.
"Yeah, what's that?"
"Why am I- well you here?" I asks, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Oh me?" He points to himself. "I'm just the form that your conscious decided to take."
"So what, you're Jiminy Cricket or something?" I quip with a raised brow.
"And somehow Tia thinks you're funny." Younger me rolls his eyes.
"Well we're the same and she thought you were funny too." I clapback.
"I mean, I'm the better version of you so that's a given." He jabs.
"Wait just a minute," I scoff, "who said you were the better version of me?"
"Well considering that I'm your literal conscience, I think it's kind of obvious that I'm the better version of you, or at least you perceive me to be the better version of you," He explains.
"That makes sense I guess." I shrug, "So that whole, I decide whether I wake up or not.."
"Yeah?"
"How am I supposed to choose? And what do you have to do with that decision?"
"Well however you decide is up to you," he drugs. "I'm just a guide of sorts."
"Okay, well the only way I can think of to decide is to way out the pros and cons."
"Ummm... if that's how you're deciding, wouldn't you just choose to wake up." Young me says, with a look of "duh" and bewilderment. "I mean pro, you are alive." He says, looking at one hand, before turning to look at the other "Con, your dead"
