louser
he banged his fist down on the table.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!"
once again, i backed myself into a corner, holding my head in my hands. i hated these outbursts. but i loved him. and that's why i stayed. no other reason. just him...
"Drink it" he whispers to me. And I want to. I want it more than anything I've wanted before. The sweet, thick syrup dripping down my throat. But I can't. My body won't allow it... I'm paralysed by the thoughts spinning in my head. The what ifs and the what nots.
"Drink it..."
He pours the contents of the vial down into my throat...
I'm standing there, trying to recall the words I've looked at so many times. But my mind's a blank. There's a block somewhere, and I can't shift it. There's thousands of people staring at me, waiting with anticipation. And all I can do it stare. I've failed. This is it. This is the end... And I'm okay with that...