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I fell onto the cold ground. The uniformed men had thrown me into the chamber, like throwing out trash filled with garbage. With a muffled grunt, I slowly rose to my knees. My hands had been tied together to make sure I wouldn't remove the duck-tape on my mouth. I turned around and looked behind me. The uniformed men stood there at the door with the door still open. They were staring at me with questions and pity in their eyes.
What were they doing? I could easily escape if they just have the door open like that. Not that I would. I could feel my body turn cold and weak. My eyes felt as if they were dead. As if there was no life in them. It's understandable. I have nothing to live for anymore.
One of then men closed their eyes and took a deep breath. The other men shook his head at me and closed his eyes. What were they doing? Were they disgusted at me? Or themselves? I ignored the thoughts in my head and began to look around the room. It was some sort of basement. Filled with darkness, besides from the dim light behind me. The walls and floor was plastered with bricks, making the room's temperature drop this cold night.
I sat of the back of my thighs and lowered my head. I was ready. I just wanted my life to end... To have this nightmare end. To be reunited with my sister.
I heard a sudden click sound and then a white circle appeared on a wall. I looked behind me and saw that one of the men had a flashlight in his hand. The other man covered his eyes and was trembling. The man with the flashlight scanned the room. He winced at something after a moment. I turned forward again and tracked the flashlight. My eyes widened at the sight that was in front of me. Two young children, a girl and a boy who looked like twins, held onto each others hands. But they weren't moving. Their eyes were halfway open, but it looked as if there was no life in them.
I felt sick. The two children... They were dead. Seeing them lying there, holding each other's hands, I felt my head pound and my ears ring.
A soft whisper tickled into my ear drums. I was able to make out some words, but the voice was so soft that I couldn't translate the whole sentence.
"... What...? ... live! ... the girl..." the voice whispered.
I flinched. My head began to pound even more, the voice slowly growing louder and clearer.
"What are...? ...live! you... about the girl? ...want to... again?"
I winced at the throbbing and lowered my head to my knees. The duck-tape muffled my breathing, making the throbbing worse. My mind was sending me a message, but what is it? Finally, I knew. I slowly lifted my head and stared at the wall in front of me, my vision becoming blurry. My mind was screaming at me, saying:
"What are you doing? Live! You must live! What about the girl? Don't you want to see her again?"
I did. I did want to see her. How could I have been so foolish as to even think about throwing my life away? I still had the girl. I still had a reason to live.
I swiftly got up to my feet and began to run towards the doors. But I was already too late. The men were closing the door. I felt tears run down my cheeks as I screamed a muffled sound towards them. By the time I reached the door, the light from the other side turned into a single line and vanished. I stood in front of the doors, panting muffled breaths as tears rolled down my cheeks. I backed up a little and slammed my shoulders into the door. But the door didn't even budge. I tried again. But nothing happened. The door was made out of metal, making it as firm as a wall. I was too weak to open this door by myself. I narrowed my eyes in pain as the tears began to pour. I slowly dropped on my knees. I sobbed my muffle tears, hoping that the men would have even a midge of decency as to let me go. I didn't want to go like this. I wanted to see the girl.
I wanted to see the kind flower.
My kind flower.