Hazel Grey
Slowly I tried to open my eyes, head was throbbing with pain. I heard someone shouting, "Did I tell you to do that? Who do you think you are?" I opened my eyes with pain still in my head. After my eyes adjusted to the light I saw the same eyes but they were not looking at me, he was beating someone brutally the one I assumed who hit me earlier. I tried to process where I was. I found myself tied on a wooden chair; in a dark room may be a basement with lots of men. My anxiety started to take over with this sight, my pulse started beating in my ears blocking out all the other sounds. All those scenes and memories started playing in front of my eyes, I was going breathless and my mouth was dry already. I wanted to shut my eyes but those blue-green eyes caught me. He tried to observe me for some time; I lowered my eyes to escape his gaze. I do not want these people to think that I am afraid of them while the truth is that I am. I was about to have a panic attack because of all the sights coming back and forth in my mind but then he asked, "Are you ok?" I am not OK I wanted to scream! But, I remained silent watching at my tied hands. "Who are you?" was his next question while I was still silent. "What do you see? He asked with anger in his voice this time but I remained quiet. "If you don't answer my damn question, then I have no choice left except to kill you." "Kill me instead!" I screamed before he could finish his sentence, looking straight into his eyes. "Ok then," he said firmly and picked up a gun, pointing straight at my head. I was still staring into his eyes not blinking; he came closer with the gun at my head. This is what I want and at least it is a better way to die than drowning in the river. I didn't close my eyes because I didn't want to see my whole life in front of my eyes at the point of dying maybe because my past gave me more things to forget than to remember. He was still holding the gun while I was staring into his eyes and then he fired the bullet...
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Romance"why do you want to die Hazel? why can't you live?" he asked angrily this time. And I couldn't hold myself, " because I'm tired, I'm tired of predenting to be strong, I'm tired of living Aiden, I tried, I tried to find reason to live but I failed at...
