It was cold.
Extremely cold. I didn't feel cold, though.
Not when my blood was pumping, trying to fix the open wound.
Not when the needle injected the poisonous, yellow liquid.
Not when my captor looked into my eyes.
It only felt cold when I remembered.
Remembered what I had to live for.
It wasn't much, but it kept me alive.
After he left, I struggled. Hard. I knew I had to get away. I could tell that he'd done this before; his skill and precision startling me. No sane man could do something like this without regret. He was obviously mad. I could tell by the way he looked at me- the way he smiled that masochistic smile, ready to complete the kill.
He was too sure of himself, though. He shouldn't have been. After I shook free of the restraints on my sore arms, came the real task- escaping. The exit would not have been so easily found had he not used it to escape this Hell. The thin line of light- of hope -crawling from underneath the door. The light so dim, one would not have noticed how it shone with the promise of safety.
My arm was throbbing- as was the rest of my body- the edges of my vision blurring and contorting the already unsettling room. It didn't matter, though. I had to leave- If not for my own safety, then the safety of the ones to inevitably to come after me. I stood with wobbly knees, needing to stop to balance myself every few steps. With these unsure shuffles of my cold feet, I got closer. Closer. Closer. When my hand rested on the cold, brass handle, I shivered with anticipation. And it was frightening.
What if he's on the other side of this door? Huh? What will you do then? Wait. I can answer that for you. You would die. Murder. In cold blood. Gone forever. Your family would cry. Your friends would mourn. Is it really worth it to you to do this? My conscience spoke up.
Yes. I answered myself.
Fine. Be an idiot, but when you go down at the hands of this sick fuck, don't expect it to be me that saves your sorry ass.
You can't save me- you are me.
Exactly. My conscience said in a monotone voice.
I twisted the handle, my spine tingling and my body humming. I was ready. If he was there, I would fight. The light grew brighter as the door opened, my blood racing faster. The door was almost half way open and I could almost see some sort of-
And then I heard it.
I told you it wasn't worth it.
The door was being ripped from my shaky grasp, pulling back quickly. I saw a flash of that light- that hope. I felt it. The door flew forward- breaking my skull. The blow rendered me unconcious. I knew it was the end.
When I answered the voice in my head, I answered with a heavy heart.
You were right
Then it all went cold
