after a year of living in sadness and sorrow you finally decide to just give up. you grab the knife on the kitchen counter." you rub my blade across my fingers. blood starts pouring out slowly. i think to yourself one last time before the end. you plunge the knife into your chest. hitting you directly in the heart. you yelp a little and slouch down onto the ground and slowly bleed out. after awhile, you wake up, in a room that looks similar to your room, yet different someways