Drops of Poison

Drops of Poison

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A sharp pain etched it's way up her arm. Milliliter after milliliter found it's way through her body, as each needle of every injection pierced through her soft and delicate skin. Slowly, she started to feel numb. Why? She silently asked. The drugs clouded her vision- she couldn't see who it was. And as soon as she was about to pass out, as soon as she thought it was the end, the pain shot up to her heart in a flash. Right when she closed her eyes, they opened to reality. And right before her was a man smiling down at her... "Zayn?"
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