You felt empty.

You weren’t sure if it’s because of how becoming a creepypasta caused you to just be completely apathetic, or it was getting bad again.

You weren’t sure, but you did know.

That you were tired— exhausted of life itself.

Maybe, if you died, it would all be over. Afterall, you wouldn’t feel either way when you’re just a corpse.

You just hoped it wouldn’t hurt that much.

Although, the attempt didn’t work.

“It almost worked,” you whispered, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

At the same time, a urgent knock was heard at the door, from just the sound. You knew it was Jack.