Game over!

Part 3 ~ The Screen

I opened my eyes, I had no idea where I was or how long I had blacked out for. I tried to sit up, but I didn't have the strength to. The air smelt sterilized, every breath harder to take then the last. I hear the faint beeping of a heart monitors from all around the room, I was not alone; I knew for I could hear the snoring and coughs, sneezes and groans from all around me.

I was on my deathbed, I could feel it within me.

One letter was on the table beside my bed. I thought it would be from my family. But it wasn't. I thought they would visit me or phone me, at lest send a letter. But they didn't.

The letter in the envelope was from the camp. It said the ordinary stuff like, "we hope you get better" and, "we wish you were here with us" but what it said on the bottom line, erased the happy feelings of being loved, for it read, "because you could not finish your work as a counsellor you will not be receiving any of your payment."

So they care so much! I thought. Anger raising up to my cheeks, making them flush red.

Suddenly I couldn't breath all together. I knew in my heart that it was the end. I was going to die and no one cared. Then a screen appeared, It read, "Game Over" with two options underneath it, "Try Again" or "End Game".