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Was It Worth It?
I always knew there was no hope. Now I'm alone in a room and I've lost everyone I've ever loved. Friends, family, they've all seen the monster I truly am. I'm a pathetic beast, a waste of air. All I can do now is wait for the sweet release of death. The walls trap me in, my own strength is a cage. Fighting would be foolish to do at least.
So how does a man get in this position? From riches and extravagant parties every weekend, to trapped in his own self guilt and shame, everyone left him behind. Well it's not an easy concept, tomorrow my whole story will hit news articles and my name will be trending on social media. Twitter will obviously be name calling, defaming and claiming they never supported me, my acquaintances will most likely do the same, but unlike the people who gathered around me in this room tonight, they will not know or understand the full story.
It had just hit midnight and I felt so sick. I wanted to scream or hit someone just anything to let out my ever boiling rage. I'd just arrived at my multimillion dollar mansion, slap bang in the middle of Los Angeles, literally the dream place for parties. I honestly couldn't imagine myself anywhere else, it was made for me, literally I had 100 workers building it just so it could live up to all of my expectations.
I must have looked annoyed or something because after I slammed the limo door and paid the driver a pity tip of 40 dollars, my bodyguard followed me in. I whipped off my tie and ordered the maids to get me the most alcoholic drink they could find. I hear Remo rushing down the stairs waiting to jump into my arms like usual. But for some reason that infuriated me. I guess I was just being a brat who couldn't control his own feelings but I joyfully watched Remo's heart crash to the ground. And I stomped on it until it was but a mere messy puddle.
Now I am here, I realise to do such a thing was idiotic. To throw away the only person who ever truly loved me, the only person who's been by my side through my goods and bads, my ins and outs. But my actions spoke a thousand words, I stood with my hand on his chest and he just looked down at my veiny arm, stopping him hugging the love of his life.