Edge of Death (Intro)

Before reading this please realize that this is a mini novel and not a poem. If you have any pioneers or something please don't hesitate to inform me. Thanks.

It's funny how the tables can turn on you. At one moment you could be happy, with the one you love, living life to the fullest when suddenly life throws you pain after pain and you find yourself sobbing in the darkness, bleeding alone, wondering where it all went wrong. You find yourself living life on the sidelines, watching people live without really being alive yourself. And that's when you realize that your only real friends are the tears; the tears that keep you company on those dark, solemn nights, when you feel like a razor-blade to the wrist is the only way out.

Am I being psychotic, no. Am I being unreasonable, I think not. I am only realizing that this world is full of lies and deceit. Of course there is love, kindness, and passion. Those are but luxuries that only the rich and the young can afford. All these thoughts invading my mind have made one thing clear. This life that we all must live, that we must protect and value above all, is but a game. A game, my dear Elizabeth that I'm afraid I'm losing. I feel that my life is so corrupted with this pain and hate, that to hope for any form of happiness would be futile. I tell you this not to frighten or to worry you, but to open your eyes as I have been forced to open mine; so you may live your life without making the same mistakes I did.

Even though you may hate me and most definitely forever will, I write because I still love you, like when we were young. Thoughts of playing games with you and swimming in the lake together are all that have been keeping me alive lately. They are the only beautiful memories that haven't turned into fiendish monsters that ravage the mind and torment me constantly.

If you don't hear from me after you receive this, please don't worry. And please forgive me for all the things I did to you years back. I am truly sorry. I ask this of you because I don't know what will happen to me. Whatever my destiny is brewing for me, it can't be worse than what I have to deal with now. One thing is for sure, I'm nearly done playing this sick game. What my score will be, I don't know. Where I'll end up, I could care less.
Game Over. Thank God.

From your brother,

William.