T W E N T Y - O N E

 

"Take it off 'em." Cameron's voice echos. I hear walking feet come towards me slowly. They pull the blind fold off of me, but leave my hands tide, and the cloth over my mouth.

I shake my head slightly, furrowing my eyebrows, obviously pissed off. Cameron takes a step towards me then raises my head up by pressing a finger underneath my chin, "Daniel. Daniel. Daniel. Tsk tsk," He shakes his head in shame, "How dare you not listen to me. But now it is going to come back and bite you in the ass." Behind my back, I struggle to get my hands free from the rope that is bonding my wrists.

Cameron reaches into his jacket, pulling out a flask, and sipping the liquor slowly before departing it from his lips. We stare at each other in silence for what seems like forever until a small smirk grows on his lips. Next thing I know, liquor is dripping down my face and onto the concrete floor. Suddenly, I get one of my hands free, slipping the other out of the rope, I rip the duct tape off my mouth while Cameron is distracted by the flask on the ground.

I sprint up from the chair pinning him to the ground and finding a blade in his jacket pocket. My hand works its way into his pocket, but Cameron is too quick. His hand grabs it first and plunges it into my stomach. Air is caught in my throat as I sit on my knees, shocked. Cameron chuckles to himself as he gets to his feet, brushing himself off.

"Hope you have a fun time dieing slowly and painfully, Daniel." He walks into the dark. I sit once again in the silence, but this time, I am alone. I bring my shaking hands to the handel of the blade, attempting to pull it out of my stomach. I slide it out slowly, screaming in pain. Tears are forming in my eyes as the blade is ejected from my body. I throw it into the darkness of the room as blood spreads across my shirt. I try to get to my feet, to find a way out.

After running into sevral walls, I give up. On my back, I slide down the wall. This is it. My breathe gets raspier as I try and breath, gripping my bleeding stomach. What have I done with my life. I slowly close my eyes, giving into death slowly, as a light blares through the dark.

"DAN?!" I hear a familiar voice scream. But I cannot see. My vision has gone too blurry. As steps come closer, my eyes slowly close.

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My eyes slowly open and I am greeted with a bright white light, "D-Dan...?" I hear a familiar voice say in a worried tone.

Squinting my eyes, I try to make an image clear but nothimg focuses, "Where the hell am I?"

"The hospital." My sight vocases slightly and I can see the room that I am laying in. I look at my arms, seeing chords strung here and there. Then I feel the mask over my mouth. I raise a hand to it to take it off, but a cold hand grabs my wrist, stopping me, "Don't." They warn sternly.

"Who are you?!" I ask slightly afraid, ripping my hand out of their grip.

"Dan, please don't be stubborn." They say with a sigh as if giving up.

"I am not being stubborn," I say in a slightly harsh tone, "I just want to know who you are. I can't see you clear enough." There is a slight chuckle and then a pair of lips are pressed to mine. My eyes grow wide and I pull my head away, also pushing the person back away from me, "What the bloody hell do you thinl you are doing?!" I shout, automatically coughing and trying to catch my breathe as pain inflames inside my chest.

After I am finished with my coughing session, I automatically regret being what they said was stubborn, as my heart stops beating.