$07:Finding Haven(ft BlueHeart7693)

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I wake up with the book and quill in my hand. My friends are all alive. But we are still in Minecraft. I cant believe I wrote a drama in here. If we're here, where's $07? My question got answered when I saw him walking towards us. We then started talking.
<ME>What the hell do you want?!
<$07>For some unknown reason, I felt bored killing you all in that way. I want to kill you all in a very fun way.
<John>You are being stupid and idiotic you psycho!
<$07>That is exactly me. You don't know what I've gone through. You don't know what your kind did to my kind, fools.You should blame Netherbrine592 for this. I wanted to kill him but he brought all of you into this!
He was right. Who was the one that found the world?Me.Who was the one that brought my friends in it?Me. It always was my fault. 
<Jim>Shut up you freak!Netherbrine didn't know it was your evil scheme.
<$07>SILENCE PLAYER! Now where was I? Ah.. yes! You will all be split up and separated in a maze. You must find your way out of the maze. I will catch the ones I see. The ones I catch will be killed. The winner and a few survivors will find a portal that will bring you to a haven known as Eden.
Now I was confused. This guy is an evil pscyho. But at the same time, he isn't a liar.
Sometimes I wonder why he had to be like this, and make people suffer for his own pleasure.
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$07's POV
My best friend died, and not of natural causes like I thought or hoped. He drank poison on purpose, and died within minutes. I shouldn’t reveal my real name, because I can only go by my screen name which is $07. You can call me Sam because that’s probably the closest English name that can correspond to my screename. 
Since I was a kid, I never knew evil. I knew nothing but joy and happiness, because that is what children should be. Growing, and practicing, and playing. Your childhood should be filled with friends, and bliss. Unfortunately, I don’t think my best friend had that joy as time went on. 
Like I said, I didn’t think that evil existed from that time. Now that I’m 24, I get to learn, the hard way. 
Well, let’s just call him Zach for now. I’ve known him since we were in preschool. He had brown, straight hair, and big eyes. I hope it’s not too egotistical to say that we were both blessed with good genetics when it comes down to our physical appearance. I on the other hand had blond hair that covered my forehead, but was off to the side at the same time. I was basically a blond version of him. 
However, he had lots of friends back then, but back then, I was only in the background. I had my own friends too, but I wasn’t too far into his friend circle. 
We hit it off in 1st grade because we ran into each other while chasing the class sheep that I accidentally hit with my stick. We got it back, and I invited him over.
We didn’t get into the same class for 2 years but I would go to his house and then he’d come to mine. Normal things to do as friends. We’d get to play with the dogs and watch tv for lengthy hours beside the furnace. Those were good times.
It was like that for about 7 more years. Our birthdays were 1 month apart from each other, and I was the older one. We celebrated, and he got to stay overnight. Once it was his birthday in February, I went to his house. I knew something was wrong instantly, why? He was sitting on the couch, with a black eye. As soon as he saw me, he looked down, and put on his hood. 
“I saw that.” I told him, and he didn’t hesitate to admit it.
“I know, is there something wrong?” That was the dumbest question I’ve heard.
“Who did this to-”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He cut me off and I didn’t even get the answer of who did it. I can’t say anything because he was headstrong lke that. If he didn’t want the topic to be talked about, he didn’t want it talked about. I gave him an eyepatch, and gave him a huge hug. That was how I spent his 14th birthday. 
Instead of talking about it, I decided to follow him around in secrecy at school and only appear in front of him at the proper times and act as normal as possible. Nothing happened, and I was confused as I thought he was getting physically attacked and bullied. I didn’t see that though, which left me to wonder if the culprit was too scared because they noticed that he had company. I mean, I guess 2 guys walking in company can make people scared to attack. 
This went on until June. By then, it was too late to track the culprit because summer vacation rolled around and we were going to the same high school. I loved the summer night breeze at his house because his house was on a hill. 
Whenever I would go to his house during the summer, we would laugh in his room over stupid videos of rodents stealing pizzas in NYC. 
This time, he was just on his back on the grass and staring at the stars. I just sat right next to him and asked what he was doing there.
“It feels nice out here.” Yeah, he was right, it did. 
We were talking just fine and he showed me those videos of fails and pranks that I would always crack up on. I almost forgot the minor mishaps that happened. Then, Zach said something strange. He stared at me in the eyes and asked the strange question.
“Do you know what the garden of Eden was?” 
The garden of Eden was the garden of perfection, and heaven on earth which God created for humans to live on. Until, the first sin was committed.
“Of course haha!” I tried to laugh it off like that was a normal question to randomly ask on a cool summer night. 
“I kinda wish to be there.” That was the statement that made me question what he was thinking. I honestly wish I was there all the time, but there is nothing we can do about it. We just have to wait until we die and be judged on a day in the far or near future.
“Well, you gotta be dead to have a chance to be there so good luck getting there right now.” That was the worst way to word the statement. So I had to add, “and suicide is not an option.”
Silence followed the next few minutes while I decided to lie down as well and stare at stars. It was already too late and my mom just let me stay at his house overnight. 
Zach lived his middle school summer like any teen should. It was the next year when a series of lamentations, trials, tribulations, and maladies that came. 
As of August, his mother got into a car accident, with him in the car. He got a scar on his chest, and was spared because of the airbag. His mother however, did not survive. I’ve known his mom for a long time. Since pre-school, and Kindergarten she has always been a volunteer at our school. She was super nice, and generous with donations to causes. She must have suffered a lot because she had been spreading nothing but positivity for as long as I can remember. Zach cried and those blue pixelated drops of saltwater flowed down his face. For that I had to give him another huge hug after the funeral. That was only the beginning of things. 
I discovered cigarette butts and smashed alcohol bottles in his night drawers and I never found out about this until his 19th birthday. I confronted him about it, and I have never seen him more angry. For that day, we weren’t even on speaking terms. I went home and cried that whole night through. It sucked, but I guess he has been like this since his mother died. I convinced him to get help and he began to quit as we both finished high school. 
It happened again.
His father overdosed as he abused his prescription medications for a heart condition. He died that Saturday. I watched as the mortician placed the final blocks of dirt on the coffin. 
I didn’t realize it at this time, but I think that Zach was already over the tipping point. His mother and father are gone, and he began abusing drugs and drinking under the legal age. He was given an insane amount of money, but that didn’t do anything for him.
He already was in university, and we had to share dorms because we influenced each other enough to like the same things as each other and decide to go into university and go for the same major.
There was schoolwork.
There was pressure to be at the top.
There was competition.
There was nothing that he could do to help himself out of tipping over the brink of absolute depression.
After the 1st year of university ended, I started to see the signs. Well, I don't know about signs, but Zach was acting strange. 
He was putting on a fake smile.
People who don’t know him as well as I do would think that he has never been happier in his life. I mean, as I mentioned at the beginning, we are both genetically blessed when it comes to appearances. Sometimes, it’s so compelling to me that it would make me smile even though I knew it was fake. Sometimes, I do kind of envy that smile. The kind that would light up the world even if it was faux.
I also watched as he violently tore the rest of the months from the calendar. 
It was the beginning February of our second year now. He deleted his plans for the rest of the year.
The pinnacle of it all was when he entrusted me to the entirety of his life savings.
I came back to the dorm with a cake for him one day, and I didn’t find him at all in the living room. I found him in the kitchen with a bottle of poison. I dropped everything and I tried to stop him.
He already drank enough to kill a person. He grabbed my shoulders and hauled him off to his bed. Pulling him close, I called 911 and the school medic. I can feel him getting weaker and convulse. The medic got here and I frantically put him on the stretcher and he was shipped to the hospital. Where the nurse told me to come in. She shut the door and he was barely awake. 
I was yelling every swear word I could think of in my head at him. That’s when I realized that the nurse only sent me in here because he was going to die. I just sat there, silently cried for a bit. 
Until I said “Happy birthday, I love you.”
“Love you too.” I could barely hear it, but it was audible. These were his last words before he flatlined, and the medics rushed into the room in an attempt to revive him. It’s no use. He died in that room on a Wednesday, on his 21st birthday.
Why was I not fast enough? 
All that went through my mind at the time was:
“Why didn’t I stop you?”
“Why didn’t I stop you?”
“Why didn’t I stop you?”
“Why didn’t I stop you?”
“Why didn’t I stop you?”
“Why didn’t I stop you?”
“Why didn’t I stop you?”
“Why didn’t I stop you?”
“WHY DIDN’T I STOP YOU?!” I would scream by myself in the bathroom. 
I would still visit his grave today with the word “Eden” engraved onto it. 
Now, I want to find my own Eden, by trying to inflict as much pain as possible on others. So that they may know how it feels to be at rock bottom like Zach was. So that I can find peace and justice for myself as $07 who terrorizes others on an online platform.
It’s not Nether’s fault, nor was it his friend’s fault. It was my fault because I didn’t stop Zach. 
I learned that there is no such thing as fairness in this world because we are all human who would be biased, and partial for our own greedy desires. I want to find my own justice, by putting innocent people through the pain of what it feels like to lose friends. 
Why?
It’s because justice does not mean that the right person is punished.
That the perpetrator is caught,
that the culprit is in jail,
or that the murderer is on death row.
It just means that someone pays the price.
And the innocent are not exempt from paying the price for something that they didn’t do.
Right?
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<$07>The game will begin in 3 2 1, START!0020101101010100101
WE fell in a pit. Luckily, I was with my friend, James Blueheart.
<ME>James, what do we do now?
<James>I have a plan. Listen up. We will fine the others. I found some lint and steel. We can use that to set $07 on fire.
<ME>K, but is that the way to win?
<James>IDK but we will find out. 
We found James and Jim. They were both hurt. It seemed like they had tripped and fell. Just then we heard an evil and mad laughter. It was $07!
<$07>Now die fools!
<James>Eat this!
James set $07 on fire. All of a sudden he exploded! Everything went black. When I woke up, I was home! Home was like Eden! We won. My friends and I promised we will never play Minecraft at 3.00am again! 
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Somewhere in Minecraft..
<303>So you have come 
<$07>I have come to join you
With that 303 laughed and grinned.
THE END?
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