I was escorted to be released, for once in my short life I felt fine the walls aren't suffocating me the sky is not falling I felt at...peace, when they took out the syringe I didn't feel the fear I usually feel when the needle went into my arm I didn't feel pain, slowly oh so slowly everything became blurry then it started to become dark then it's all black, all my worries gone all my pains gone I felt light as air lighter then air, do I regret it? No I do not.
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The Giver - Ann's view
Short StoryAnn is a made up person that I put in the giver story the giver do not belong to me but the person Ann belong to me