Vibrant *ON HOLD*

Some Thoughts

I stare hard at the man in front of me. I glare at him. I will not go to my death without fighting. I've yelled every curse word I know at him.

He smiles at me.

I hate him.

I'm now strapped into a chair. In my effort, I flip my chair and fall on my face. Ouch.

The man is gone. This must mean it's time.

With my death looming directly in front of me, I start thinking. About my life, my friends, the boys. Oh the boys, do they know I'm gone?

I also, surprisingly, think of the girl who came here with me.

Why am I so attracted to her? I barely know her! She doesn't seem to like me very much either.

"If she didn't like you, why would she have let you comfort her?" a little voice says in my head. I briefly question if it's Nicole, but I dismiss the thought. If she's here, then she wouldn't be worrying about my love life.

Why did she let me comfort her? Why did I comfort her?

Something's not right about that girl.

A loud beeping goes off.

I keep my thoughts on Nicole, for a distraction. I have so many questions for this enigma of a woman, it's not difficult.

A haze fills the air around me.

What are you doing right now? Are you trying to get out? Or have you given up completely?

Are you reading my thoughts?

I feel the drugs taking over my body. Maybe death won't be so bad.

I'm just starting to close my eyes my eyes when a loud bang fills the room.

Like the sound of a metal door hitting the wall...

I do my best to keep my eyes open as Nicole's face comes Into the field of my vision.

But it's not enough...

My eyes shut.

Oblivion.