And...Dead

Picture this: you're playing a game of Assassins. You plan to attack and kill your target on a Saturday night because let's face it, you have nothing better to do. So you wait in the trash chute room right next to his apartment in his apartment building...for three hours. It's 2am, he's still not home. So you give up. You leave and just as you get back home you get a text from your informant telling you that your target is on his way home. You run like the wind back to your hiding place. He comes walking down the hall and you can't wait any longer so you jump out and awkwardly kill him with the Nerf gun.

So now you feel proud of yourself. You've got your first target, you're better than people that just died right away. Now you have to get your next target. You're invincible now, you have confidence. You're in this to win this.

A few nights later around 2am you get a suspicious text from someone who is a mere acquaintance inviting you to the bar. You're no fool, you know it's your assassin, so you hide away in your apartment. But you're scared because now you know your assassin is serious, and tricky.

So now you start to get paranoid. You're place of work is only right across the street from where you live, yet you fear leaving your apartment. You're become agoraphobic, and for good reason.

A few days go by and you have to leave work, get into your friends car parked across the street, and run some errands. However, you've been informed that your assassin is in your apartment complex, stalking you. So you tell your friend to pick you up at work, thinking you can't possibly be harmed walking a mere 3 feet. Wrong. As you leave, and you run into your friends van and close the door, without any time to lock the door the door is being slid open. It's your assassin. You try to hold the door closed while screaming at the top of your lungs "DRIVE!! DRIVE GODDAMMIT!!" but alas, the driver does nothing, you are weak and thus your assassin opens the door and manages to kill you. You're dead.

The worst part of it all is as it turns out, your death was an elaborate plot carried out by one of your best friends who says the destruction of the paranoia eating away at your soul was more than he could bare to watch.  So he decided to help end it all.