Chapter 2: Lazy
I'm too much of a lazy person. Born into a middle-class family, I inherited the extreme lazy genes from both my parents, resulting in the birth of one of the laziest people possible out there, with the most supreme genes for laziness.
Overtime, the laziness grew and took me over. I stopped caring about things are things grew dull. It has reached the highest form of laziness theoretically possible. Everybody has given up on me, leaving me alone to be lazy. To the point that I use the bathroom in bottles.
My room is littered with trash and my doors mostly stay shut. I only leave when it's time to eat, which is only three times a day. The rest of my time is surfing the internet. Thankfully, my metabolism is great even at age thirty, or else I'd be overweight.
It was a day as usual, as I sat in the darkness with my windows covered. I lazily went to my favorite websites with laziness in my eyes. Even though they're my favorite, it doesn't take long for me to get bored and lazy of it, so I always switch a lot.
My chest began to feel pain and uncomfortable, but I ignored it. Over time, it grew worse though and I clenched my chest. What's going on? I wondered. Suddenly, a sharp pain ran through my chest, and my left arm suddenly went numb. The pain was so bad that I nearly lost consciousness. I fell off my chair to the left, pulling an object off the desk with my right hand.
Falling onto my back, I saw the object I pulled down. It was my great grandfather's inheritance, which is a silver necklace pendant with a photo inside showing my grant grandfather. I had tossed it aside back then and it just sat on the the side of the computer.
I tightly grabbed the pendant in my hand even though I really didn't care. I began losing consciousness as I heard my erratic heartbeat drastically die in my head. My senses began to fade away into the darkness as the last thing I saw the pendant shining brightly.
So this is how I'm going to die, I mumbled.
I only felt a sense of calmness towards death. Ever since I had become lazy, even the fear of death dulled out, as I was too lazy to fear death. This had been proved many times in life or death scenarios in the outside world. Even if a car was going to collide with me or a supernatural creature tried to scare me, I'd be too lazy to care.
Memories flashed by, some with regret, hope, happiness, sadness, or anger. I reached out into the void, hoping to grab something for support. But there is no support, nor any hope. There is no heavenly light, or flames of hell, just darkness; eternal darkness; possibly purgatory. I reached out to grab infinite times to no avail.
Illusion figures of random people occasionally flash by. I reach but my incorporeal hands passed through them. Some are frightened, some are lost in dreams that have continued for years, and some are happy. Some scream, plead, accuse, or sing. The infinite time has made me familiar with the void, and the mysteries of it are gone.
I see the figure of my ex-girlfriend, who still looks beautiful. I had fallen in love, but issues arose, and I swore to never date again. She seemingly came towards me in ghostly form. Seeing her once again, waves arose in my feelings. Although I broke up, I never forgot about her. I only suppressed the feelings of love till this day, secretly wishing to meet her again.
Pushing my imaginary hat back, I walked over an attempted to hug her, with tears of soul falling into the void. Now that I'm dead, I don't feel lazy anymore. She put her hands on my shoulders, and looked at me with a smile.
"It's funny," she said, "I never wanted to break up with you. I suppressed my feelings, but now I can't hold them back." She then hugged me, and I felt the warmness enter my cold soul. We hugged for an infinite amount of time before we let go. I realized that she is part of the rivers of incorporeal people.
"Ha-ha, well. I can say the same," I said as we both held hands. I wish I could talk more, but I feel as though my time to vanish is approaching. I resist the slow decay of my soul. There's a struggle at the end. There's always a struggle at the end. But I'm not scared, because she's here.
"Let's go," she said softly.
I let go of resistance, and the both of us walked in the void, our figures quickly dissipating, with the rivers of incorporeal people continuing to stream in the infinite void. A silver pendant quietly glowed behind us.
My reach into the infinite void for support has stopped...
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
LemonGrenade
LemonGrenade I kinda exaggerated the main characters death to make it sad and philosophical.
I'm a person who loves philosophical descriptions of death and what one experiences, as they affect me emotionally the most. Any deaths in the future of characters or figures won't be as exaggerated as this.
This beginning chapter took a while to release because symptoms of the stomach virus appeared while I was typing. Aka bathroom frenzy and nausea.
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