You couldn't take the torture of life anymore , you were barely still alive thanks to your little brother Miles. . .

Both of you were sitting on the basement floor , playing with your Nintendo 64. Which you would soon give to Miles , for him to play after you die thanks to a full bottle of Prozac or a knife. . .

"Hey , are you okay?" Miles asked you , holding one of the controllers , waiting for you to grab yours to start playing.