Elle

It was the beginning of the end. I bolted to the door as the dark haired figure moved slowly, but ever surely behind me. I raised my shaking palm to the silver knob and turned it with as much force as I could muster.

"If this is happening, at least let me do it myself." I pleaded. The figure nodded slowly and I held up the glass with the crystalline liquid to my chapped lips, and downed it.

And just like that, I became my own murderer.