My heart reminds me of a drum. At least, I hope it's my heart. It is the only sound that is reassuring me that I'm not deaf, yet. I can't say the same about my eyesight, though. Wherever I am, it's either pitch black, or I'm blind. The fact of being blind scares me. All my life, I have survived because I have been able to see. I was able to see all of the good and bad that threatened to come into my life. I definitely made mistakes, but I learned from them. And now I don't know if I'll ever get to prove that. And it's agonizing to know that I never had the chance to say goodbye to anyone. Not even him. I want to tell him that I'm sorry for breaking my promise. Because I'm going to die. I can feel it. And, as if to emphasize the fact, a single slashing noise was made from an unknown direction around me. It sends panic through my veins with how close it sounds. I start to wiggle and thrash, but I must have been too deep in thought to realize that I am bound in a thick rope, painfully tight. And eventually I meet the cold, hard floor, unable to stay balanced.
As I lay there with my cheek pressed against the ground, and my dirty hair falling in my face, I am sobbing silently. I never wanted it to end up like this. I just wanted live happily ever after, like in my books. But I should have known by now that those are just stories. They're not true. They're not true! And it infuriates me to know that I was foolish enough to let myself believe that for so long. UGH! I was so stupid! And now I'm going to die just because I let my guard down! The scream that is eating me away from the inside finally releases, and I scream louder than I ever have before. I don't care if my kidnappers find me. In fact, I want them to find me, and I want them to kill me. I don't want to be left here to think about everybody I've let down, disappointing them and making them hate me. I want to make my last death wish, dying and going to heaven, or hell, it doesn't matter to me, as long as I'm taken away from my terrible memories.
After what seems like an hour, I close my mouth and swallow to re-hydrate my now sore throat, then I get ready to scream again. But while all was silent except for the drum of my heart, another sound adds to the orchestra of my death. Footsteps. Oh Thank God! I think. They've finally come for me! My wish has been happily granted. I feel my mouth curve into a wide smile of joyous insanity, and I start to giggle because I will be happy again soon. But just as I am about to thank my killer, a sharp pain feels like I've been stabbed in my stomach, then in my chest, and then in my back. I gasp for air, the pain knocking the air out of my lungs, and I try to tear at the rope to unwrap myself, but hopelessly fail. If possible, at that moment, my heart starts beating twice the speed it already had been going, and I am terrified. The thought of being captured to be someone's play toy of pain and torture completely passed my mind. But I don't have much time to regret my decision of screaming before the sharp pain comes to my head and I feel dizzy, without seeing anything, and start gagging. Of course, nothing comes out. I haven't had food for at least 24 hours. But that's the least of my worries now. And as soon as I stop gagging, all the noises stop. Everything goes blank, including my mind.