Euthanasia

The tears dropped without a do. Stung my body like acid. Don't cry, I told myself sternly, but my puerile personality gave in.

I was bound to a stake in the woods. I had no idea where I was located or what I was doing here. I screeched in pain as I tried to move my numb fingers away from the tight wire. My brain had not transmitted the information to my body. Well of course, I grumbled in silence which vaguely came out as if I was gargling water in my throat.

I was a pessimist, I never thought of the bright, sunny days or of giddy girls playing in the fields of tall, vibrant sunflowers. I didn't see the hope of me escaping. I never would. I'm not strong enough. Everything else was a nonentity, now. Who did this? That's the real question, that won't be answered unless I do something. But I'm too weak. Shut up, Zechariah. No. I will not shut up. This my life, my choices. Coward, you're going to lose your life like all of your friends at Mental Hospital. How would you know? I know everything, Zechariah. You bloody bastard. I thrashed up and down. Blood flew down my hands to meet my armpits, then down my shirt it went, creating a small stream of pure, honest blood. What are you doing, Zechariah? Nothing. You stupid child, I always knew you were going to die. The tears started again, burning my skin like the rays of sun. I tried to scream, but only drool dropped out of my mouth. Oh, the horror. It went all over my shoes, hand sanitizer, where art thou. No matter. No matter. Focus, Zechariah. What can you do?! Obviously, nothing, you're worthless, I tell you. Stop it! As if it weren't controlled, my head banged against the stake, the skin ripped open slowly. You did this, see what you did! No, I didn't you did. You're killing me. No, you're killing me. I heard the light footsteps step by.

"Wait! Help me!" I shrieked.

"Oh my lord, are you okay, child! Let me cut those ropes off." she offered.

"No, I need to kill someone, you don't understand, they aren't needed in my useless life anymore," I pleaded.

"What?"she questioned.

"Do you have a lighter, please give it to me!" I demanded.

"Why?"she asked.

"I want to see the light by the angel."

She handed me the lighter from her fragile hands.

"What angel?"

"You"

I grasped the lighter, flicked it on. The lights licked my face and continued to burn me just like the acidic tears. I brought my hand down to my hair let it on fire, then to my clothes. Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. The last thing I saw was the horrid expression of the angel's face, as she crumbled to the ground, crying.

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The young women's pen wrote one word on the back of a receipt, she placed it two meters in front of the burning Zechariah, it showed this word: euthanasia.

A/N Hello, guys! This is my first story, yup, I am a newbee. Go figure. Comment would be appreciated greatly ( hint, hint) and VOTES! :P

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Thecunninglynx