I slowly open my eyes and adjust myself to the dim light of the room I was in......
There was a light bulb hanging above and all the windows were shuttered tight....
The room was covered in red and black... Forming a melancholic feel......
I opened my eyes to see myself, strapped in a chair...
My right hand was hurting more than I could ever think....
My energy was ebbing away...
I wanted to take a closer look at the shadowy figure...
I could hear every second move...
The ticking of the clock, everything would be over soon...
Wouldn't it?...
I saw my right hand wasn't stopping bleeding....
The blood was lamented in an artistic form, my body fluid had mixed up with the blood, forming a pineapple covered in red and white....
I could say, because of the large doses of body fluid I lost.....
It looked like a white Pineapple...
I could smell my fluid by sitting in the chair....
Blood was still running through my veins, thankfully, I was still alive....
I saw the figure walk inside the room with a chuckle....
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I slowly open my eyes... I was inside my room....
'Uhh...what did that unknown guy do to me?'
I couldn't seem to remember much....
Except a shadowy figure....
It was 7:30 in the night and I covered myself with the blanket...
'Why are people so nasty?'
I suddenly feel the throbbing of my right hand... It hurt too much...
I couldn't move it.... It felt like a prosthetic more than a hand...
I slowly got up and looked at my hand....
A White Pineapple was etched deeply into it...
With a sharp blade....
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"If love is beautiful than hate, then why die out of love than die out of hate?"
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White Pineapple
Mystery / Thriller"You are not created in the image of God God is created in the image of you" (Trigger Warning for: Rape, Mental illness, Self Destructive behavior and hallucinations)
