Fabian

The truth

Another day trudged forward. Another day slipped away from my grasp. Another day waiting for my inevitable demise. Little did I know that 3 hours from now I would meet my fate.

I lay with my eyes closed on the floor of the room. The sadness and anxiety pooled around me on the floor. I had no emotional energy and yet here I was. Outwardly, I was a lifeless, pale looking being, limp on the floor with no will to live. Internally, I was a wreck of fears that ate away at my psyche. Although I knew I was going to die, my mind still swam with thoughts of what came after. I then realized that I feared death. Something that I've chased before, I feared it. Or was I scared of what came after?

The door swung open. That big brute stood in the doorway waiting for me to say something. The words dried up in my mouth and I remained unmoving. "No smartass comments i see" he scoffed. I remained still in my pool of darkness.  "GET UP!" he bellowed. "Were leaving and you're going to tell us everything we need to know". I let out an audible  "huh?" as he sped forward and grabbed me harshly, leaving his fingerprints on my arm. He dragged me towards the door and once again we entered the trickster hallway. Still, he got no reaction from me but the deafening silence that was my mental exhaustion. If they meant to break me, they had done it. There was no need to do anything more now than dispose of me.

He led me down the first part of the hallway. To my surprise, he didn't turn at the next hallway. Rather, he...opened the wall? At the end of the hallway was a fake wall that he removed to reveal another extension of..well...hallway. This hallway was darker though. Muffled screams of people who I could only assume were dying echoed behind the doors that lined it. I was about to end. The light was about to drain from my eyes any minute now as I met the light. I was anticipating my death. Strangely, as I walked down that dreaded hallways, the anxiety bubbled down, leaving only anticipation for finding out how I would meet my demise.

It felt like hours being dragged down that hallway. The dull colors seemed to blur together as we approached an out of place wooden door near the end of the hallway. He kicked it open. "Get in" he said. Without even allowing me to steady my footing and walk into my grave, he shoved me through the door in an instant. I fell onto yet another drab, concrete floor . Surprisingly I looked around myself rather than sinking back into my still form. The room contained two simple objects. A chair and what appeared to be a medical supply cart. It was hard to see what was on the cart however, since it was so dark.

Then he walked in

"Fabian"