I can't think, can't say anything, can't move as I watch them pull out their knife. To kill me. I should have known. The clues had been so obvious. I knew this might have happened but I never believed it. Maybe if I hadn't agreed to do this stupid social experiment. But that wouldn't have mattered. My parents would have forced me to do it anyway. We need the money. I think back over everything that happened. Well if this is the end then at least my parents can read through my journal to know what happened. I knew that we were being recorded but I didn't care. It was a way to organize my thoughts and get through the days, which were pretty boring. But I'm a part of history because of the experiment and I want people to read my side of the story not just the scientific papers. I watch my friend turn towards me and adrenaline rushes through me.
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Death Doesn't Discriminate Between the Sinners and the Saints
Mystery / ThrillerMia Jackson has lived an ordinary life until the day her parents sell her to be part of a science experiment. Then her life is changed completely. Will it change for the better or worse? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
