tw- this was one of my nightmares, probably gonna be very specific so be warned "jeiku.. step forward to the platform pls" says a man, with a mask. He had black outfits, a blade around his hand, if i could say he would be the grim reaper. I step up to the platform, wearing grey sweatpants splatter with blood, my shirt torn, my chest exposed, blood all over myself, my hand having blood streaks going down my hand onto the floor, a puddle there. My hair short and all over the place, no longer dark brown but the color black as the darkness. My eyes dull, a broken smile on my face, some would say it was psychoish. I laugh hysterically, my hand going up in surrender, a piece of grenade on my hand, i let the grenade fall next to the guy's foot. Smiling like a psycho, they run for their life's, someone who didn't care approached me. Putting a hand on my shoulder, shaking their head no. "just kill me, the world will be safe without me... I'm gonna bring hell... pls i dont want to do what I was made for, i dont winna follow orders" I say, to them voice trembling, voice pleading. They hugged me, and I was desperately trying to plead to kill me. "Ill end it for u.." I sigh in relief when i felt something sharp stab me through my back. My heart racing, all of a sudden light shining in the distance. A hand reaching out towards me, I take it and it brings me out of here, making me wake up with cold sweat. "what the hell-" I say to myself. I hear the sound of the clock, tick-tack-tick-tack. The sound driving me nuts, I wanted to smash it to the ground and break it. The sound getting to my head. "not my time, eh fuck no, ill fucking not do what they told me to do!! ITS NOT RIGHT! FOR GODS SAKE< BUT EITHER WAY I HAVE TO" I whispered yelled, forgetting about everyone else.
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