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waking up

      I wake up in a bed, having no idea where i am. The room i'm in is small and plain. There's a bed, and a nightstand with a lamp on it. The walls are an off white color, and there's only one window in the room. The bed i'm lying in is small, with a white blanket that covers me.

Where am i? I'm supposed to be dead, is this 'life' after death? I don't understand. Ironically this isn't the unknown that i was expecting. This feels to much like life, so i decide to test it out. I go to move my arms to get out of the bed, but i can't move them very far. There's something wrapped around my wrists. I keep pulling, but no matter how hard i pull i can't break free. 

  I thrash around violently until i'm exhausted. The only thing i managed to do was move the white sheet that was covering me up to my shoulders. Now it's a small white pile on the floor. I can now see what is restraining me. I have straps around my wrists that are tied to the bed, and the bed looks like a hospital bed. I don't understand.

I hear someone approaching the door, the heavy footsteps become louder and louder until i see the shadow under the closed door of the person that is standing just on the other side. I being to panic, i have no idea who this person is on the other side of the door and i have no idea where i am. I pretend to be asleep though i keep my eyes open just enough to see the person open and walk through the door.

 "You and i both know that you are not asleep." It's a man's voice that i recognize immediately. It's him. How did he manage to find me, i killed myself to get away from him. What the hell!? He begins to walk closer and i start thrashing again. I have to get away from him.

"Come on now, don't do that then we'll have to sedate you and i'd rather talk to you now while everything is still fresh in your mind." he says mockingly. "You thought you could get away. You only caused a minor hiccup in our plans for you." he laughs as i thrash violently, i have to break free. I have to get away from him.

He steps up to the bed and grabs both of my hands, holding them tightly, he whispers in my face "I've worked to hard to just let you die."

"Go to hell!" i yell in his face. I see his hand before i feel it, then i feel the sharp slap across my face. I angered him, but i don't care. I've already died once today, and from it seems I've died multiple times. He storms out of the room, he's always had a short temper. I use that to my advantage, until he kills me, but even then it'll still be in my advantage. I want to die, let me stay dead. How much will they fight for me to stay alive, they say that you can make anything into something to kill yourself if you try hard enough. I guess i just didn't try hard enough last time, but next time will be different.

It's not long before someone else comes into the room, she looks like a nurse. Shes hold a needle, great so he wasn't kidding when he said they'd sedate me. I can't let them, i need to get out of here. The longer i'm here the closer they get to what their looking for. The trashing starts again, the woman calls for some help and a second later there two big men to restrain me. I feel the needle go into my arm and a cold sensation spends all over my body, and i quickly start to feel numb. Going limp in the bed as i  lose consciousness.