Untitled story (part 2) A fitting end

(Well one of my readers has made an attempt at finishing the untitled story, strangely enough its exactly how i imagined it turning out. Well... So here is Luke Davidson's attempt at an ending)

He reached for a razor blade near the sink. Tonight he would end the pain. No longer would he let people into his heart only to have them treat it like yet another disposable item in this fast food world. Only the razor blade wasn't there.

'Where had it gone?' he asked himself. Standing up, he decided he must have left it in the kitchen. He trudged down the lonely, dark hallway towards the kitchen. And then he heard it. Laughter.

Where was it coming from? Who was laughing at him now? Turning around, he saw a faint glow coming from the living room. Like a moth to flame he moved towards the room.

The noise had come from the TV. On it, he saw real people like himself, daring to open themselves up completely. Daring to be proud of who they were. Daring to live. And he knew what he must do. He must live. He must live his life to the full. A life of passion, a life of love, a life of hope. And he had this tv show, Big Brother, to thank for it.

God bless whoever thought Big Brother was a good idea.

(FYI 50th post, now does luke feel special)


Till next we meet,
Paul