Rescue/We can't help Alex

From Create Your Own Story

I agree with Carol. Alex can probably handle himself, we have to leave. As we run through an exit door in Alex's chamber, I toss Carol my keys. We get in, and speed away. Just as we speed away, I realize that Alex was still tied to the chair in his chamber. My heart sinks as I realize that I killed him by foolishly running when it would have been smarter to stay, regardless of what Carol thought. My thoughts only turn to one thing. I have to end it all.

We pull up in the driveway of Carol's house, and she leads me in. She thanks me for sparing her, and runs off to get something in the kitchen. I quickly take this time to go into Carol's bedroom. I figure that I'm going to go out, so why not make it memorable? After all, Carol did technically get Alex killed. Had we stayed, he might have lived. I've been in Carol's room so many times I know where all of her things are, and I grab one of her bedposts. Carol's IKEA bedposts don't offer too much resistance, breaking off after a couple minutes of smashing as hard as I could. I take the large bedpost, and look at the jagged splinters of wood at the end. I remove my jacket, and place the shattered wood in the center of my stomach. I face the barest wall I can find, and take a deep breath.

Screaming, I run into the wall as fast as I can. The wood doesn't do much more than pierce a large area of skin and cause bleeding. I stagger back to my starting place, and let out a guttural roar as I barrel back towards the same point. The impact actually shakes the house, and I can hear Carol yelling for me downstairs. I wince as a massive pain rips through my entire body. I look down to see the wood had indeed finally went into me, getting about halfway through my midsection. I step backwards and fall onto Carol's bed, bleeding into it. I slowly remove the wood from my stomach, and check my wound. I can see my intestines and such behind a massive pool of blood. I think to myself, I can't go back now, let's kick up the theatrics. I grab my intestines, and actually pull them from my stomach, letting them coil outwards on the floor. I begin to giggle to myself, and then finally feel the shadows closing in as my blood drains from me to the sound of Carol running upstairs.

The End.

You achieved "Making A Mess", the third worst ending possible out of six possible endings. Ending rank: 3/6