In an attempt to feel guilty of oneself, the plant in corner of the living room fell into a heartbroken state, the leaves feeling all rusty, with a small panic attack in it's own green self. A fate sealed onto oneself, it thought, a plant should be achieve the same result.
Of course, the plant could not do anything but to stand in horror in the room, looking around in shame, from the picture frame on the wall about a guy named Brad, and his glimmering smile, to the coffee table in the center of the room, where one would prop their own legs and be a lazy person as usual. If objects could speak, every single object would be heard, screaming madly.
In the distance, a water bottle jumps off of a high-end table next to a comfy chair. It had half of the water in it, and it's cap not on. It spilled on some wires next to an outlet...