Jon was young when tragedy struck his life.
Pain, emptiness, and sorrow were the only emotions left in him as he wrap the rope around his neck. Taking one last look around his room, the unwelcoming white walls blinded him and the loud sound of cars honking was close enough to deafen him. The smell of harsh smoke filled his nostrils, he loathed this smell because it reminded him of his past-all his regret.The pain and happiness.
"This is the end. The series finale of my life, no more character development, no more plot twist, and turns. Just the end. I'm ready to meet oblivion and God if there is really one", he whispered to himself.
As he was about to jump from the chair, he heard footsteps coming into his apartment. He tried to look back to clearly see who is it but he slips and slides down the chair. He felt the rope tightening around his neck, it was blocking his windpipe and it was like he was swallowing something hot and horrible. "I can't---", he tried to speak but words were not coming out anymore. Despite the shock, he did not attempt to loosen the rope and he started to rn purple. One last pain and he will be free from it forever. As his body was beginning to numb, his life began to end. "How did I get here? I was happy then", he wondered only to find himself answering back "Oh right they are all gone and they didn't even bring me with them."
As Jon was about to pass out, he heard the door open. A tall woman with long Pitch black hair and Big brown eyes reflecting fire light entered the room.
"Why did I leave the door open? Maybe there's still faith left inside me that someone might come and save me from this hell", he murmured to himself using all the strength left of his weakened body.
This is the introduction to my story- The continuation will be on Chapter One
Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017
A promotion.
That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie.
I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans?
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The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself.
Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees.
He knows who I am.
He knows how I look like.
He knows where I work so possible knows where I live.
I am not safe anymore... no where.
While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men.
I should run.
I should try to fight.
But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it?
I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me.
Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one.
With that I let the darkness consume me.