>You are Miss Eri.
>And you are finally going to end it.
>The rope on the ceiling is set and you move the chair below it.
>You get on top of the chair and put your head through the rope.
>The chair is a little wobbly and moves around alot, but you are sure you can get this over with.
>...
>... Is this how you end your life?
>Just a simple kick and let the rope do its work on your throat?
>You begin to cry as everything you remember starts to kick in.
>How you met Anon and all of your friends... Connie... Rest... Bambi...
>You can't do this... you can't lose everything by just doing this...
>But... you don't want to feel this growing pain in your chest anymore...
>You are conflicted as to what you want to do.
>You can either get out of this rope and walk away, or you can kick the chair and end your life.
>Suddenly, you see somepony-... someone walk in through the bedroom door.
>He is bipedal, like Anon, has cut hair, burly beard, a moustache that doesn't connect to the beard, a dark gray t-shirt, dark pants, and a black watch.
>Who... is this man?
>He walks in your room with his hands clasped in front of his pelvis and looks at you.
"U-Um... w-who are-"
>"DO IT!" shouted the man.
>You are taken back by the shout of this crazy man.
>But, you still maintain your balance on the chair.
>"JUST DO IT."
>Why does he make those arm gestures when he shouts?
"D-Do what?"
>"Don't let your dreams be dreams," said the man as he walks around the room while looking at you.
"I-I don't want... my dreams to be dreams..."
>"Yesterday, you said tomorrow."
"I-I know but-"
>"SO JUST DO IT. MAKE. YOUR DREAMS. COME TRUE."
"W-Who are you?!"
>"JUST..."
>He squats, as if he is using the toilet.
>"DO IT."
>You are speechless.
>You have no clue what this man meant by saying to "just do it."
>He walks around again, "Some people dream of success, while you're going to wake up and work hard at it! Nothing is impossible!"
"H-How can I work... if e-everything hurts..."
>"You should get to the point where anyone else would quit and you're not going to stop there!"
>Well, you did keep writing poetry... even if the teacher told you to stop making edgy poems.
>"NO! What are you waiting for?!"
>He brings out his right palm and points at it with his left hand.
>"DO IT. JUST..."
>He clasps his hands again before letting go.
>"DO IT. Yes you can! Just do it!"
"I don't know what you mea-!"
>Suddenly, the chair begins to give away and one of the leg snaps.
>...
"Ah!"
>You immediately sit up on your bed with sweat coming down your forehead.
>You look around and see your pencil and notepad filled with poems are besides you.
"What... was that dream?"
>Your bedroom door opens and Anon comes in with a smile on his face.
>"Eri? ... Oh, you're awake!"
"Um... hey, Anon..."
>"I was wondering why you didn't come down for breakfast yet."
"I... I guess I overslept."
>Anon shrugs, "Well, I made breakfast downstairs. Connie, Rest, and Bambi will be here soon to have some breakfast also."
"I'll... be there soon."
>Anon nods and walks out of the room, but leaves the door open.
>You get off of your bed, grab the pencil and notepad and place them on your desk.
>You look over your poetry before you hear something.
>"If you're tired of starting over... Stop. Giving. Up."
>It's the same voice from the man who was shouting at you in your dream.
>You sigh as you will never understand what he means to "just do it."
>You close your notepad, walk out of the bedroom, close the door, and walk downstairs, ready to have some of Anon's breakfast for today.
>...
>The man in the dream appears on the mirror in Eri's bedroom.
>He flex his muscles one more time before he disappears...
>...