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---Ending 1---

"Dear diary." This is it. I have ended my miserable life.
I couldn't take this shit any more. Being trapped in a wheelchair for the rest of my damn life is just not worth it. The surgeons told me that everything would be ok, they gave me hope, only to crush it under the soles of their feet and watch me destroy myself. They lied to me! They didn't know what it felt like! I thought I could handle my emotions, control them, contain them, prove them all wrong, but I was just too weak. I let it slip through my fingers, out of my grip. It poisoned me, it clouded my mind. They didn't know anything, they only feel the cold touch of their knives!
They gave me antidepressants. It helped me think clearly, to see things through. I took a couple of extra pills this afternoon, they showed me what I had to do in this... short moment of clarity. They showed me that there was noone and nothing worth living for. They showed me how fake Sophie and my doctor were, how they were laughing at me behind their masks when I wasn't looking.
Laughing at me, my legs, thinking that they are so good, that they are better than me.
Pretending that they care about me, it's all bullshit!
The pills showed me the truth today, they always did. They opened my eyes, they gave me wisdom, and I acted upon it.
So I had to kill Sophie and my doctor..., my... "mentor", my "counsellor". Heh. I had to take them down with me. They're not laughing any more!
Oh I wish I could've taken everybody with me, but unfortunately, my situation makes that impossible.
To whoever is reading this: I hope my dead body will haunt you forever. Have fun scraping my brains off the wall.

F**k you.

---Ending 2---

To whoever is reading this: I'm hopefully dead.
I just couldn't live this lifer anymore: my paralyzed legs made me worthless, and I felt like an outsider ever since the accident. Anxiety and depression controlled my life, and there was no way out of this bottomless pit. My friends looked right past me, my family abandoned me., Nobody wants a cripple, especially one that would need your help. F**king worthless.
The only person that ever tried to help me was my doctor... he tried.... a lot. He is the only reason this book exists. Writing it has helped me put things into perspective I think, but  in the end it hasn't really changed anything for me. I still felt like shit, and was still all alone in solitude. Purnell, if you are reading this. I'm sorry, there were no choices left. I made up my mind, not everyone can be saved.
I had to end my life, and I had to take my special person with me. Sophie... I wanted to keep her with me. I wanted to keep her all for myself.
I hope her body is rotting away when you find her.
This is my conclusion, this is my end, farewell everyone.

---Ending 3---

Finally... It's all over. By the time you are reading this, you will find my dead body covered in blood with my head blown to bits. I know, you might think I'm not... or wasn't normal, I was crippled, stuck in a wheelchair, and that's why I had to die. I was broken, defect, full of emotional problems. My mind was stuck in a never ending loop of anxiety, depression and despair. A rollercoaster with no end, and I wanted out so bad. This book writing tip was fucking bullshit it only made me realize how truly f**ked my life was. Ironic how that one person who was actually paid to help me only made it worse: gave me that one last push that was needed for me to end myself, and now he is dead. Heh. It's almost poetic.
The only person who tried to help me was my only friend, Sophie. Please tell her I'm sorry, I wish her all the best. Please don't show her this mess.
This is my conclusion, this is my end, farewell everyone.

---Ending 4---

I stopped myself from doing it, from committing suicide. But it didn't only leave me alive, it also left two police officers dead. I killed them, shot them both. This was not supposed to happen. Doctors testfied that I was having a psychosis, which means that my punishment won't be too hard for me to bear.
I have to spend the rest of my life on a mental hospital, where nurses and doctors are taking care of me. They let me finish my book, and it has helped me a lot. I wrote a happy ending, just for myself. I feel better now. I am more at peace with myself, even though I'm still stuck in this wheelchair, but I accept that now. I can never forgive myself for shooting those two officers though, but I have so many supportive people around me now, so I think I will be ok. Doctor Purnell is mentoring me and is watching my progress. I am lucky to have him. Sophie visits me every once in a while, when the doctors let her that is. They still think her visits are too *destabilizing* for me and that it hinders my  progress. I keep on telling her how sorry I am for making her life miserable every time she's here. She then just laughs a bit and tells me to stop being so silly, but I can see the damage I've done to her in her eyes every time she looks at me. She found a new friend, one who is there for her and treats her right. I'm happy for her, though I'll miss the good moments we've had, knowing that they'll never come back.
I think this is a good time to close this book. It has changed my life forever.
The end.
Endings of Cry of Fear (without Doctor's story, Co-op Mode)
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kingofroar Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2015  Professional Interface Designer
i hope i fucking die
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Razgreiz Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2013
WAS my life in a nutshell.
Mybuttbreathesforyou Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2014
I'm glad the "is" became a "was" bro..hope you do well..:)
Razgreiz Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2013
Ending 1 is my life in a Nutshell!!
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