My End Is My Beginning

In the End, What Matters Doesn't

"Who's Ryan?" He muttered with angry confusion. "What do you mean? Your Ryan!" I started loudly when a gloved hand flew over my mouth. "Shut it!" One of my captors hissed from behind me. I furrowed my brows and thought back to when my dad forced me to go to self-defense classes, back to when I first had to use those classes. I brought my head forward and harshly back. Knocking my captor away from me. I realize I'm holding my knife with my knuckles going white from the pressure. I hold it in front of my body in defense. As the three men surround me, I look at them as if saying You'll never take me alive. Soon I hear a high-pitched, ear-piercing sound. As it gets louder, I fall to the ground clutching to my ears in pain. I fall to the ground at constant high frequency threading its way through my ears.

I look up to see Ryan looking at me with confusion, I watched as he mouthed, I told you we'd see you again, with a smirk, he turns away to go to the other two men he was with. I start yelling at Ryan as the pitch gets more intense, I slowly get up, and with wobbly steps I make my way back to my car, I get in swiftly slamming the door behind me. I start to notice my vision starts to tunnel and go dark, I lock my door and my vision darkens completely.