Nothing really exists, said Johnny. I’m sure of it now. Nothing exists ever.
Mike was looking at him like he was crazy. What do you mean nothing exist? We’re here, aren’t we?
No. We’re not here. This is all just an illusion. I exist, but you don’t. This room doesn’t. And I can prove it. Not to you, of course. You don’t exist.
Mike rolled his eyes and went towards the door. You do that, he said. I’m leaving. You got it all wrong.
Johnny jumped him from behind.
Mike fell to the ground. What the…? Johnny sat down on top of him. He had a kitchen knife in his hand.
You don’t exist, and now you die!
Fuck off, man, That’s even a contradictio…
Johnny stabbed him in the throat. Blood poured out on the floor.
And now it’s my turn, Johnny said to himself. According to his new revelation he’d been talking to himself all his life anyway, so why stop now.
The ultimate proof that everything but his own mind was just an illusion was about to be his. He stabbed himself in the chest, aiming for his heart. He missed it. The illusion of pain, he thought. He stabbed again.
Everything went black. He never found out, but he was wrong.