(Don't) Go To Sleep

Jeff

I struggled furiously, trying to slip free of the bindings around my wrists and ankles, holding me to a old wooden chair. 'Haha, look at him the rat,' sneered one of my bullies, pointing at me. I spat at him and continued to struggle. 'Look, you're pathetic, no wonder your girlfriend, what was her name, Jane, broke up with you.' I stopped struggling. I broke up with her, I hadn't explained why but it was because she was getting bullied for being my girlfriend. A freak's girlfriend. It tore me to shreds to walk away from her, leaving her crying on her bed but I didn't want her to get bullied. She meant to much to me. I heard one voice shout from the top of the basement, 'Give us a hand.' I was too stubborn to admit I was scared but really. I was tied up in a basement with three guys who had already previously tried to kill me. This time, they were going to succeed. I saw out of the corner of my eye, two of the guys carrying a bucket full of something that looked, and smelt, like nitric acid. No. No no no. This wasn't happening. I desperately tried to force my wrists out of the rope. Yes! I got one out. The three guys were too busy bringing the buckets down to notice me. I frantically untied my other wrist then worked on my ankles. Just as I'd untied the last ankle, one of the guys noticed me. He came for me with a pocket knife so I grabbed the chair and swung it round into his head, hearing a satisfying crunch. It was too late before I saw the other guy. He slammed me down into the ground and stabbed me, I tried to dodge the knife but it still caught me in the shoulder. I yelled out in pain, the pain was bearable to what came next, buckets of nitric acid were being poured on me. I felt excruciating pain sear through my body as I felt my skin being burned off my body. I could hear the others panicking in the background, or maybe laughing. What did I care I was going to die anyway. I couldn't take anymore pain, I took the knife out of my shoulder, causing blood to seep out and acid to go in making me cry out in pain once more. Then I stabbed the knife right through my heart.