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Here's the thing Sam. I don't want you to die, I don't particularly want anyone to die. I am tired of burying people, its exhausting on the soul.
I'd rather tell you how dumb your idea and intentions are, and force you to take a good hard look at yourself and live; or if you refuse my offer to look inward and introspect, to just admit that you are looking for someone to care, talk to, and get a sincere hug of empathy, a shoulder to cry on, to not admit any of that, and instead kill yourself; then its squarely on your shoulders.
That you were being offered what you needed, what you've wanted, and you shot it down. That is my haunt to you Sam. If you reject my offer of trying to help you, to try and talk with you, to try and say "Hey man, its gonna be okay, you need to get up." then I want the very last thought in your functioning brain as it fades into nothingness to be "I fucked up, I was given a chance, and I turned it away."
That, is my curse unto you. Now doesn't living seem much easier? You don't have to worry about being haunted in your final moments, and at the same time, you can actually cash in on what you've been wanting/desiring? All you have to do, is live and keep living. Simple really! Why wouldn't you keep living? I'm holding a metaphorical gun to your head and saying "If you don't want me to shoot, just keep on living." Take the obvious path son, do the obvious thing. Just live, and don't ever think things are so bad that suicide is your way out.
If you refuse my offer, then enjoy my curse, enjoy my laughter as your consciousness bleeds out. Enjoy the hell that I have created for you, that you willingly chose by rebuking the very simplest of requests.
