[The White House, Washington DC -November 1st- 11.37pm]
The White House washroom on the third floor was of top ambiance. The golden lights doubled its lush features doubling the presidential feel of the building. A sleek long mirror with LED border of white light received the center of attention amidst the ceramic fittings.
The heavy oak door of the washroom creaked open letting a man in. But it was an unexpected person in a strange situation.
This man was not in the state of experiencing luxury.
His pain was unbearable to the utmost. He staggered to the mirror, gasping heavily.
"Too late, Senator Keats"
A voice cackled scathingly in his head.
The shock after realizing the truth never left him. Too late.
The mirror now depicted a pale, shaking man in an expensive black suit, his mouth sagging open with retch and blood. His breathing was ragged and gasps started to fall from his shaking lips. No matter how hard he refused to believe it, the man felt life being pinched away from him without permission.....
Someone should know.....before it's .... all over...
Through the pain taking over him he frantically thought of a way to leave a mark.
Specks of blood dripped on to the marble sink over which he was bent over. He was shaking violently now as various rushed thoughts flashed across his mind. Weakly he raised his eyes to the mirror as he felt his insides burn horribly....
My blood.....
The man had to be quick as he was growing weaker by every second.....
The sink was smeared with crimson blood now and he ran his finger through it coating them with the sticky liquid. Slowly he raised the finger to the mirror.....
"Thank you for everything "
The voice reverberated in his mind as his vision went steadily foggy, while he let out his last thoughts.
He pulled his finger back to admire his artwork. He was beyond weak now....
Gravity was stronger than him....
As he fell, the last thing he saw in the mirror was his ashen face in the mirror which was now having patterns of his blood.
Then.....
darkness.
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