He threatened my life with a promise that he'll kill me and I quickly accepted my fate thinking the worst was over.Yet instead of accomplishing his threat he vanished, his words leaving a trail of fog.
I knew death would come, I expected it. Though to know it will and not know when his reeking over the corner to finally do it, terrified my very soul. His plan to prelong my torture and fear was working, and I wish I could have the bravery to do it myself - but im only human, weak and scared. No matter what people think of me, I could not and would not pretend that I was brave enough to face the future.
Every day was a curse and whenever I managed to smile, I remembered where that it could be my last smile alive. I remembered, and always tasted the emptyiness that I was swallowing, that I was living.
Whenever I walked upstairs to sleep, I'd cry. Death was teasing me, and my constant wish of it to be over wasn not helping.
I was locked in a cage of torment inside my own essence, inside my very soul. Desperately waiting for God or for any superior force to take me. I'd much rather cease to exist then to my slow and painful vanishing.
I writhed and seethed in bed, moaning and shouting in agony and despair.
'Just kill me! finish your job! finish your threat!Kill me!' I pleaded.
The only answer was a thick velvet cloud with his pale face and bloodshot eyes gazing at me, as if analyzing.
He didn't answer, he just stared at my writing silhouette.
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