And now I lay here on this table. Strapped to it extremely tight. The veins in my head popping out from the stress. Not knowing, but knowing, that this is the end for Kara Stevens.
I hear footsteps growing closer. I know how they'll do it. I've heard about it before. A needle. They'll inject one in my right arm and the liquid will pulse throughout my veins. And in one minute exactly I'll be gone. Closer. I hear them getting closer.
What happens next shocks me. It's Peter. Pete. With a needle. He tells me he's sorry. I ask why he would be sorry he is saving me. He plants a kiss on my forehead and says goodbye. I ask why he is saying goodbye if we are about to leave together. He says he loves me but they're making him. I ask who and what and why. He sheds a tear. And puts it in my right arm. A needle.
I look. Silent. Into his shut eyes. They come in and drag him out and slam the door. I'm alone. I'm cold. I have no one to share my life with. 30 seconds. I have 30 seconds to live. He betrayed me. He left me and had he stayed none of this would've happened. I wouldn't be dying because the love of my life literally killed me. They didn't make him, even though they did. 15 seconds. All I can do is count down and reflect upon my life. My sad, pathetic, life. But my life is no happy romance. And in a way I'm glad because not everyone is a Disney princess. Some of us are the unnecessary background characters. I love being a background character.
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Kara
Short StoryA very bad story about a young girl named Kara telling her story while meeting her demise.