"Black or white" he asked with his hands stretched out in front of me. In one hand there was a black pill and on the other was a white one. I was confused and didnt know which to take but i had to take one thats all i know.
I was naked and behind me were a lot of people dead. Some were hanged, some were crucified and some just lied there. The room smelled ill, not of bodies tho, he perfumed the room well enough but nevertheless it made me sick. Im a 19 year old and this was just so much. Some bodies looked months old, some looked fresh. I was kidnapped, probably by this man two days back who was now asking me to choose a pill.
I have no idea what those pills are gonna do but all i know is one of them is gonna kill me. But the other, i have no idea. I was not taken out of this room and kept here for two days straight with very little food.
Even if i knew which pill to choose, like which pill wont get me killed it will still be a hard decision coz i know he was not going to let me just walk out. I chose black, when almost 90 per cent of me was revolting me, telling me to choose white. That was my instinct i guess, and i refused it.
For a reason that i dont really trust it, the last time i believed it was when i was feeling a need for a smoke. I was not allowing myself to smoke as i made a promise to myself but that day i felt i must. My instincts told me to go and have a smoke, so trusting my instincts, my animal feeling i went.
I never returned. After i bought the cigarette i was kidnapped and rest is history.
So i took the black pill and looked at him. He told me to swallow it, putting the white pill in his pocket and backing away a bit. I had a feeling that im gonna die. Fear engulfed me completely, i couldnt even swallow my spit at that moment. I looked at him and he pointed to the pill, i knew know that this was it. I couldnt help not feeling like a coward, i wanted to do anything but not die. I shaked my head trying to tell him i cannot do that. My hands felt like freezing on the spot and tears started to flood my eyes but than he shouted:
"SWALLOW"
I was shaken up and nevertheless had to swallow it.
It felt just like any other pill. As i did that i saw him locking the door and going. Did he leave me behind for dying? I didnt know yet. Everything matched my dying here now scenario.
The only problem is: I DIDNT DIE. Not yet.
I was shocked when i survived until night. Even at night nothing extraordinary happened. No weird feelings. No illusions. And certainly no death.
I was sure by now that i had taken the other pill, maybe the white one meant death and this one had no effect. Just a pill without any powers. I made up all these theories as i went to bed.
But i was wrong and this was proved when i woke up the next morning.
