Seriously, that guy really wanted a Zola figurine? It it were me, I would have went for Tany Tany Choopa.
Strangely enough, it wasn't long after that entire scenario where he had finally woken up. Atleast in mind, as he could not physically open his eyes. His body was on clouds, subconsciously floating through air. Nothing was affecting him anymore, no more pain from the strangling, no more anything. Just darkness.. yet, a strange comfort enveloped his body lacking of sensations. A calm before the storm, some would say. It reminded him of back when he was entering his teenage years, stealing his father's credit card to buy 20,000 dollars worth of shares in Unazo Coin just to later find out it had plummeted in the stock market. Hell, that's probably why he even ended up here.
Here. Where is here? That ran down apartment? Or something more? Was he currently residing in the inner complexities of his soul, or was this all a dream? No, it couldn't be. That felt all too real to be a dream.
Not the strangling of course, but the 19 hard years of his life. It already started out bad, being named Cornelius. Although he didn't really understand why until middle school, it was like a switch was flipped all of a sudden and one day, everything was turned upside down.
To put it simply, every day after school, he'd return home only to be greeted by what sounded like shattered glass fulminating.
He sat there, in his own mental sea feeling dejected about the life he had moved into. That was pathetic, but maybe it was okay. The feeling of death which he had finally realized.. it was a lot more inviting and stress free than imagined. Though, it was common knowledge that ultimately, death was a hunter unbeknownst to its prey.
Wait, they better not send me to the depths.