Chapter 27 - Alive

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Ugh...

What...

Where am I?

I'm in an empty room with a one-way glass window. The floor, roof, and the wall is some sort of hard metal or concrete.

"Argh!"

My fucking head! The headache has gotten worse. The voices are so loud and I can feel my head throbbing. Why did this have to happen to me?

.......

Nothing happens for hours.

I'm just stuck in this empty room. I can't sleep with the pain. I'm starving... Is this how I perish?

Alone.

Scared.

Hungry.

.......

I blacked out and woke up in a chair, strapped down to it. I see cuts and needle insertions all over my body.

I feel a huge needle piercing my temple...

I scream in pain but...

nobody is coming to help me...

.......

I blacked out again... Blood, Corrupted and human, paint the room. I have no idea what is going on, but I feel my life is a movie. I feel no longer in control...

.......

I keep blacking out...

I see visions of my past and all the horrible things in my life...

Zander... All the torture he has put me through. My parents and the love I have only seen others have with thiers. All of my birthdays I had celebrated alone...

I don't have a place in this world. Everywhere I go, I seem to just be an inconvenience.

.......

I...

I keep blacking out...

Why? Why do I keep fighting to stay alive?

I'm done.

.......

"You mortals will never contain me! The moment I have control, the world will soon see what life truly is!"

.......

I have tried slamming my head into the walls... I have felt my life escape my grasp. But every time, I wake up.

This is no dream, I am fully alive. I am no fool to that and I won't let myself be deceived by such ridiculous thoughts.

The only way to die is by knowing when you're alive.

.......

I beg to the black window for death...

Nobody ever responds...

I am in so much pain it's simply impossible to put into thoughts or words.

Corrupted looking maggots and ooze have begun filling the room. However, every time I try to touch one... They aren't real. I can no longer tell what is real and what is not. I know I am not dead...

Death would feel so much better than this.

.......

*Slam!*

A metal door that blends in with the wall, slams open! Finally, whatever it may be, I welcome it.

Even if it's my demise...

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