I heaved the heavy metal door, using every last morsel of my strength to close it. One turn to the left, enter an eight digit passcode and made sure that the lock was sealed tight. I was satisfied with the quality of the lock system, glad to know that my money was worth it.
I looked all around me, the walls were made out of an unknown but extremely durable, thick metal alloy. There was a bed, just one bed and nothing else. The frame of the bed was made of metal; harder for me to break I guess. No pillows, just a hard mattress.
Ask any of my friends to stay here for a day and they swear that they could die of boredom and their ghosts would die of boredom as well. It would be hell for some of them. For me on the other hand, a blissful haven. One where I know I will be safe, one where I know that the people I love will be safe.
I sat on the rock solid mattress and whipped out a syringe from my side pocket. It was filled to the brim with a faint orange liquid. It's sharp needle eagerly waiting for its time to shine. I could almost hear it squeal as I plunged it through my jugular vein and squeezed the plunger. After which I immediately applied pressure to the area. Not that I needed to, no matter how much blood I lose, I won't die that simply. I was not being over confident or arrogant, I've done this countless times before, I knew exactly what I'm doing.
The air felt much lighter around me. My head felt much lighter, like a balloon reaching the Earth's atmosphere. I was glad that I felt this way, not because of the pleasurable elation I get off of it, but because that I knew I could never hurt anyone in this stage. My mind started wandering off, I couldn't think straight anymore. Almost like a truck had hit me, I was knocked out instantaneously.
Before my eyes could open, my ears are already bombarded with the sound of weeping. My nosed picked up an acute metallic scent. It did not take me long to identify the familiar scent; blood. It filled my mouth too, abusing my tongue with its vile taste. My eyelids finally pried open, forcing me to spectate the aftermath of what I have done.
A mother was on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably as her daughter laid mangled on her lap, twisted beyond recognition and soaked in blood. If it weren't for the miserable mother still clinging onto the lifeless body, I would not even recognize the mess of meat as human.
The pain finally registered in my system; my body was riddled with stab wounds and bullets. There was still a knife in my abdomen and my limbs were twisted in odd angles too. My pain was nothing compared to what I have inflicted though, my pain just the Devil's way of mocking my pathetic attempt to stop the inevitable.
My attempts to escape my demons proved fruitless once more. I can try to hide from my darkness from others, but the darkness will never truly stay hidden. Now I have much more on my shoulders and much more to answer for.
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