their grip on my arms were strong as they led me to the chamber.
they shoved me through the door, all eyes were on me.
'dont look up, don't look at them.'
i kept reminding myself.
but i did;
i lifted my head up to the glass;
bags rested under my eyes, sweat dripped down my pale face.
i looked away.
i looked to the metal tray beside the bed i was strapped down to.
a syringe laid there, a syringe that would pump substances into my body and make my heart stop beating all at once.
i looked down at my restraints, leather ropes were tied around my chest and legs.
"mr. dun, you have two minutes."
i looked up to the man who stood above me and stared into his eyes;
his cold, cold eyes.
"one minute."
i kept staring.
the room was quiet, only the sound of a ticking clock was there to distract me.
i closed my eyes.
"just get it over with."
i dropped my head to the bed as he walked over to my side, and swabbed my arm with alcohol. then, he took the syringe in his hand.
he flicked the side and positioned the needle at my forearm.
i closed my eyes, a single tear rolling down my cheek.
a sharp pain from the syringe was the last thing i felt;
until everything slipped away..
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this was so shitty but ig it's a good start ??
i honestly have so many ideas for this story im excited.
Hope you enjoy !!
