Chapter 4
Dead!
I thought that death would be quick and painless; but it wasn't. It was more painful than I thought it would be.
It didn't really hurt when the blade sliced through my skin but as the oxygen stopped pumping round my body, every muscle hurt. My head pounded from the amount of blood I had lost.
Death was meant to peaceful, not feel like you are being ripped apart very slowly with no aesthetic or pain relief.
All I wanted to do was scream, but no sound came out. I wanted to see what was around me, but everything was black.
Is this what I'd condemned my friends to life of? No sound and no sight. What kind of person am I? The kind that's selfish? Or the kind that cares?