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Water. I hate water. And confinement. The water seems to gush out faster the longer I am in the tube. I am banging on the glass. Screaming as loud as I can. Tears are streaming down my face like a salty river of despair. I am going to die. I know it. Then I notice something peculiar. Something that I have never seen before, in the means of technology. It's a thin tube-no it's more like a metal wire. It's connected to a large machine. It's rectangular, but three dimensional. There are plasma screens on it. They display some lines. They are all going in different directions. Disappearing then reappearing to go in the same direction once again. There's a number on a screen below it. It is rising and dropping, but mostly is staying and a really high number. Then I realize what it is. My fear levels. As I am examining the box, the water seemed to stop coming out as fast. Then I remember my situation, and the number rises rapidly, and so does the amount of water coming out of the tap.

My fear is controlling the water.

I start telling myself that as long as I calmed down the water would stop. I couldn't seem to calm down enough. The water didn't stop. I started mentally yelling at myself to quit being afraid and nothing will happen. Apparently Max's parents knew of my habit to second guess myself, otherwise they wouldn't have chosen this method to kill me. I give up. I let out one last ear piercing scream, as the water decides to gush out with full force once more. It was almost to my nose anyway, so I am submerged in a matter of seconds. As I close my eyes, I see Max transform into a hybrid creature with sharp teeth and claws. I'm not hallucinating this time.

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