I try to keep a straight face, but it isn't easy. Especially when all three of them are in the same place.
They all move simultaneously, systematically; each move they make corners me even more than the previous move. Their mouths and noses remain covered; their eyes peering at me dully but threatening.
They were lead by him. He told me this. He told me so many things that turned out to be false, so many lies that he had been told made their way to me. Like I wasn't a threat; I didn't need to be taken out; that I was safe with him.
The triad moves closer still, pushing me farther back, further away from my short reflection of my time with N. I remain silent, gazing wearily into their eyes, all the same color, all the same stance, as if everything were a mirror. They've taken a lot from me, but I'm not letting them take all of me before my time.
If life was hard before this, before I moved…then what is life now?
My eyes close and I feel my arms lift up. I don't know what's coming over me, but I feel light headed. The triad must be doing this.
I'm being taken away…I can feel myself slipping. A tear forms in the corner of my eye. After all this, its still ending like how I first thought it would…in death.
How does it come to this?