Dead
By Brittany
12 October 2007
The lights turn on. The brightest lights i have ever seen. I lift my head slowly, trying to open my eyes.
A loud fan turns on. Very loud. I can hardly hear myself think.
The door opens behind me. Sweat starts to fall down my face. I dont know whats going to happen. Dont even know why i am here.
The man slams his bag on the table in fron of me. The look in his eyes show anger. Hate. Disgust.
I have never been so confused in my life. I dont know where i am or why i am here.
He starts to ask me questions i dont know the answer to.
Slap in the face.
Fall to the ground.
Still tied to the chair.
The man picks me up and tells me to start talking. About what?
I try to explain to him that i dont know what he wants but nothing came out of my mouth.
I tried to talk.
No sound.
Silence.
Another slap in the face.
This time i dont fall.
He takes a needle out of his bag and shoves it in my neck once more.
Pain
Fear
Maybe this time i will die.
Maybe this time I will wake up.
The pain moves down my legs.
Darkness.
Silence.
Not breathing.
Not moving.
Gone.
Lifeless.
Dead.
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