[ WP ] Make the most tense or suspenseful story you can in 500 words .

All the waiting he had endured was finally over. Two pairs of eyes were on him now and Jason could feel his heart thumping inside his chest. The sleepless nights and nightmares where he woke up, drenched in failure and tears could finally come to an end. The boy didn ’ t dare meet the gaze of the others watching him. This was his moment, and his alone. He inhaled deeply and licked his lips, finding them dry and cracked, likely due to the dry summer heat. If only he had taken better care of himself. If only he hadn ’ t spent weeks waiting, imprisoned and full of doubt. That could all be over now. 
 
 His fingers hastily grabbed the knife on the table. This was it. This determined his future in the world. He wouldn ’ t let the hard work crumble beneath him. Jason angled the sharp object and sliced through, the blade smoothly entering and exiting the thin outermost layer. The two figures continued to watch the brown haired boy. One of them stepped closer but the boy quickly stepped back, hand still firmly clutching the blade of the knife. “ I don ’ t need help. ” He told them firmly, refusing to be seen as weak. No longer would he be the weak, soft, spineless coward. Times were changing and Jason was certain that he was going to change with them. 
 
 His head lowered, attention returning to the knife in his hand. His body swung right and set it back on the table. His sausage-like fingers fumbled with the innards. “ Ow! ” He yanked his hand back and slipped his right thumb into his mouth, suckling on the cut. The mood on the room waivered once again and Jason continued to shuffle with the contents, sweat already beginning to stain his wrinkled clothes. Jason pulled out the slip of paper and began to unfold it, his blue eyes looking for the keywords, knowing that if he saw them, his anxiety would be forgiven. Everything would be forgiven. The paper he retrieved held no solace for the boy and he threw it aside, anger boiling. 
 
 Jason yelled and tears began to form in the corners of his crinkled eyes. His fists formed and his face turned the color of a ripened tomato. “ It ’ s not fair! It ’ s not right! ” He screamed. His mother and father exchanged a look of understanding and approached their son. Before they could offer words of comfort however, Jason ’ s eyes shot open and he lunged for the letter opener and pointed it at them, his breathing now uneven and shallow. “ You promised, you promised I would get in if I tried this year. ” He huffed and pointed it at the two adults. “ I gave up my friends! I gave up my video games! I gave up everything! ” His jaw clenched as he advanced toward them. “ I wanted to stop being a failure, I guess I failed there too. ” He cried and raised the blade to his own throat, hands finally steady and calm. 

