[ WP ] There 's a paperback on the clearance rack . On a whim your character picks it up and finds that it details their life thus far ... How does the book end ?

I was browsing my favorite bookstore when I came across a book in the back of the store. It looks as if it had not been touched in a long while. The binding was fading, the pages had yellowed. Hell, It even had that old book smell everyone knows. I bet when it was new, this book was gorgeous, the epitome of a zest for life. 
 
 I was the only costumer in here. A little shop not five minutes from my abode. Owned by someone I had known for years, a good friend actually. I loved this store and this book was a great example why. This store had been around since before my friend had acquired it. 
 
 I started reading this book. It was detailed almost to a tee. It was like watching a movie. This book began with a light from a darkness. The main character was confused but saw these things. Fear horrible fear and confusion. It was almost tangible. Oh he was so cold. Then all of a sudden warmth from something soft and an embrace of of those things it was so afraid of. 
 
 At this point, I was enthralled. This book just resonated with me someway. I had no idea how or why, but it was a powerful sensation. It was almost as if I knew i should stop reading, but needed to continue, as if it was impulsive. I was addicted. 
 
 I keep reading this book, as the child grows up. Everything was there. The writing style of this book was odd. It was detailed yes, but it went from very powerful; things like riding a bike, first kiss, first crush, first great accomplishment, to very dry; things like the morning routine, school, eating lunch. Despite this i was still enthralled. 
 
 I read as the years go by. There was a great mundane period, as the child was growing up into a teenager. Then as if git by a truck a great tragedy struck him. The loss of his mother at 14. Reading this made me want to curl up into the fetal position and cry my pain away. I remember how my own mother died 6 years ago this month. They both died the same way, in a tragic car accident. 
 
 It was late at night and we were driving home late from the hospital. Her sister was in treatment there for Lymphoma. Tears streamed down her face as she driving home, the pain of events that occurred earlier this evening clear across her face. It was a cold night, the roads were slick with a thin layer of black ice and when we attempted to stop on one such layer, we were T-boned by a truck. She had died hours later in the hospital but I had lived with only minor injuries. 
 Despite the power that shook me to my very core. I pressed on. Eventually as the time passed, so did the pain. 
 After his mother died, his father became a very sour individual. His once mighty uplifting spirit, became an equally poisonous one. He resorted to alcohol. Jack Daniels was his go to. He blamed me for it. For mom's death. Every little mistake became a fight usually ending in regretful things said and blood. 
 
 On one occasion, I was caught shoplifting. These brand new headphones. I did n't have to spend the night in jail, unfortunantly. The second I got home, my father started tossing shots back. After seven or so shots I was confronted, with a verbal assault that was the norm for my father. I waited for him to pause, expecting a retort, instead I swung. That was the first time my father and I fought. 
 
 As the high school years came to a close, a new excitement washed over me. I was ready to begin my life. On my own, away from the resentment that his father held for him. Away from the pain that his house held. Away from all the shit I had had to put up with his last four years of life. 
 
 I went off to college and met the love of my life the next year. I was 19 and in love. These were the best days of my life. School was great and for the first time in years I was happy. 
 
 By now I knew what this book was, but it was too late. Despite knowing what was going to happen, I pressed on reading. Tears down my face as my life continue to play out in words before my eyes. 
 Her name was Ally. We were to get married after college. Our lives became intertwined, as did out hearts. All those great times we had together. It was more powerful than I had ever imagined. 
 
 Yet, life sure does have a great way of kicking the shit out of you multiple times. It tests your character and will and judges you by what you earn and make of yourself, rather than what you receive. And to life, I had not earned her. 
 She died a year after we had fallen in love. One bad choice, to have a little more fun at a party had placed her in the ER. She said she was going out with friends. She said she would be back around two. She said I should n't wait up for her, but I did anyways. As two o'clock turned into three, then into four, I feared the worst. I was called around six am. She had died of an overdose shortly after arriving to the ER. The news was a crushing blanket of sadness that I wrapped myself up in for months. I forgot who I truly was. I was a lost soul. 
 
 I read as my life went on. Class, Homework, Scotch, Sleep. For months this was my routine. I read as I realized I was killing myself and cut the scotch out. I would not end up like my father not like that bitter old man. I refused. I would be better than him despite this. I trudged on reading. 
 
 I was not better now, six months later, and I doubt I ever would be. I finally came to the page of today. I read my routine, and myself walking to this store. Reading the book and every reaction I have had this far. The last words on the page read: `` I read these last words and realized I had caught up with his life. What is on the next page?'' I did not want to find out, but I turned the page nonetheless. 

