- 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂 -

Dreaming.?

(THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES : SWEARING KNIVES GORE SUICIDE AND SELF HARM IF ANY OF THESE THINGS TRIGGER YOU PLEASE LEAVE) 

I woke up strapped to a chair with ropes in a strange location that looks like a basement.?

  Where the fuck am I..  

I thought to myself. 

Good thing I always carry a KNIFE with me. I think to myself even more. 

I use the KNIFE to cut through the middle of the ropes.

 Only one way to get out of here. SUICIDE !. 

I drag the chair to the middle of the room. 

Before I think about HANGING myself I should check if this is a dream. 

I  pick up the KNIFE and begin slicing into the tender skin of my wrists.

  Nothing. 

 I stare at the BLOOD dripping from the deep cuts in my wrists.

 One more test just to be sure.

 I lick the BLOOD and sure enough I don't taste anything. 

Continuing on.  

I tie a tight knot around a hook on the ceiling and tie a larger loop, one big enough for my head to fit through.

 Once I finish I put my head through the hole and hop off of the chair.

 I lose oxygen pretty quickly and then... 

HAHAH I LEFT YOU ON A CLIFFHANGER!!!  BTW 186 WORDS!!!