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Goodnight.

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Goodnight.
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He woke up. It was half past midnight and it has been less than half an hour since he went to bed. This has been the case for him for the past few weeks or so. He was suffering from a severe insomnia as he woke up at least ten times every night. He woke up and just stood there. He knew he couldn't return to sleep & that he would need to tire himself and his eyes before he managed to go back to sleep yet again. He opened his laptop and plugged in the power cord. He was going to try and watch something. A movie, an episode of a serial, anything that could potentially tire him and make him want to sleep.

Half an hour later, he found out that nothing could amuse him enough nor to bore him enough for him to want to sleep. He sighed and he closed his laptop. He tried to close his eyes, spun in his bed, flipped the pillow from the warm to the cold side and vise versa but he just couldn't sleep. That would be a sleepless night and he knew it.

“Damn…” He sighed out. It was one o'clock in the morning and he still had five hours to spend before he woke up. He was too tired to do anything that would require him to think of any sort but was not tired enough to sleep & even if he managed to fall asleep, he knew that he was just going to wake up a couple of minutes later. It was as if there was something intentionally waking him up. He was going to read a book.

After half an hour later, he lost interest in that as well. He was too tired and his vision was blurred. His phone, his laptop, the book – everything he tried to do hurt his eyes. He couldn't sleep but couldn't do anything in the meantime either. He was just forced to stay awake by an unexplainable force. All he could do is close his eyes and think, hoping that at some point, he would fall asleep. A migraine headache was going to keep him up until the morning came.

He began giving in to thoughts. All sorts of thoughts from what he would eat for breakfast in the morning to what would the universe be like without the existence of spiders. His mind moved from one thought to another… And with the passing of time, these thoughts just became darker and darker. ‘What is the worth of my existence? Would I be missed if I died? I wonder who would cry if that happened… Would anybody remember at all? I wonder how many people would be at my funeral… I wonder how many will cry at it…’ The boy just lied there. Inside his mind, the thought of him being dead was something natural. He was curious about what he would see if he could see after that.

Suddenly, he began wondering what the afterlife was like, if it existed. ‘I wonder where I will go… Heaven or hell…? What is my place after my existence on this world ends?’ His curiosity began deepening and deepening. He was really curious to know what would follow next. He was so intrigued when it came to the topic of the afterlife that he began considering a way to find out what it was like.

“Nobody went there and came back…” He told himself quietly. Was it because they were unable to return, or did they not want to return? He was curious. He wanted to know. Maybe the afterlife really did offer something than the earth life. He thought what his life was like. He wasn't an underachiever but he wasn't an overachiever as well… He was average. What if he could be something more over there, behind the golden fence of Eden?

Suddenly, every single object inside his room seemed to him as a suicide object – an object that would be his ladder to the other side.

The walls got covered in blood…
Was it really he who decided to end his life though?

And his room's door got shut closed... from the outside…


End.
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