(TW: SV1(1D3)
I slowly opened by eyes, the neon yellow hurting my eyes. I sat up, grabbing my glasses that had fallen off when I passed out. I groaned as I rubbed my head, the terrible headache coming back. I stood up, looking around.
Then saw a knife.
Lying there.
Hazard had us.
What point was there?
We're going to die now.
It's my fault.
It's all my fault.
They'd all be better off without me.
I slowly knelt down and grabbed the knife, my vision glitching.
I put the blade to my chest, beginning to hyperventilate.
Then.
I did it.
My vision was glitching non-stop now, barely able to see the oil flowing out of my chest.
It hurt so bad.
I pushed the knife further.
More oil.
The warnings were all over my glitching vision, telling me that I was losing too much oil.
But I knew that.
I knew what I was doing.
And it hurt.
Then I saw my vision go black.
For the last time.
