Snapshot of the Game

     As I stared at the depressing image, eyes wide with horror and disbelief, I felt a sinking feeling in my gut.  As hard as I tried, I couldn't tear my eyes from the words that determined my immediate fate.  I would have given anything to rid my mind of the plague that resided within.  It seemed to scour my brain, erasing all thoughts of everything except one line, circling around and around like a morbid carousel of death. 

     A tear unconciously began to form in the corner of my eye, but that didn't matter.  Nothing mattered now.  All that was left was the sour taste and the horrible feeling as I knew that I had lost the Game.  My whole life I had known that it would sneak up on me, but never assumed it would be this soon.  I was so careful, I had known it could never happen.  Yet, nothing is permanent.  This was exemplified so very well now.  I couldn't hold on to any of these thoughts for more than a moment though, for they would inevitably vanish only to be filled with one line, repeating for all eternity.  I lost the game.  I lost the game. I lost the game.

     My face dropped slowly into my hands in an epic facepalm, and would remain there for quite a long time.  I couldn't stop thinking about the game.  I lost the game.  How could I let this happen?  I lost the game.  Why me?  What does it mean?  I lost the game.  My thoughts continued in this depressing manner for what seemed to be weeks, but was in reality several hours.  I didn't eat, do homework, or even move at all.  Time slipped by and slowly my focus began to fade.  I began to get a little sleepy, and my eyes slid shut.  My muscles relaxed and then my head fell from my hands in the facepalm position and banged off the table.

     I woke up in the hospital an hour later with my concerned parents looking at me.  They told me it was a minor concussion and might have some memory problems.  That was obvious.  I didn't remember how I got here.  As hard as I tried, I couldn't find any elusive memories from right before I woke up.  Strange...

     We went home the next day, and I went upstairs to my room.  My mom pointed at the table the computer rested on and explained that that was where they had found me.  I decided to examine the area to see if I could regain any of my memory.  I shook the mouse to wake up the computer screen.