I was alone, here in this dark room with only a beam of light to comfort me. My feelings of regret and loneliness were my only company. They did say misery loves company, I guess it loves me too much. As I gazed upon the beam of light, a certain sight caught my eyes; a tree. It was a cherry blossom tree with petals so vibrant that I almost wept tears of joy to see something other than darkness and despair.
A sound came echoing away from the room, slowly making its way to me. I shuttered and tensed, afraid of what was going to happen. I was just a frail woman who'd never fought in her entire life. How could I defend myself? I flinched at each an every footstep. My life was coming to an end as each step sounded closer and closer.
The door creaked and swayed, a woman on the other side of the door. I noticed her features almost immediately and blinked, expecting a harsh looking man. She was lean yet figured with an hourglass shape. Her skin was flawless like ivory and her lips were the color of poison. Her silver locks nearly touched the floor and her eyes; I could not forget them. They were the color of insanity at its peek. A brilliant and vibrant green like the hills of Ireland.
She smiled at me and held a needle up, tapping it ever so slightly. I gasped and backed up, my frail form against the cold wall. She shook her head and snapped her fingers, allowing men to step in and grabbed each of my limbs, holding me down to the ground. I groaned and struggled, succeeding in kicking one in the face and punching another in the eye. They growled and clocked me on my head, causing my vision to become blurry. Was this the end? Was that a syringe full of my death? I didn't know. My last thoughts as she placed the needle into my veins were fleeting but were still there as I became unconscious; help me.
A sound came echoing away from the room, slowly making its way to me. I shuttered and tensed, afraid of what was going to happen. I was just a frail woman who'd never fought in her entire life. How could I defend myself? I flinched at each an every footstep. My life was coming to an end as each step sounded closer and closer.
The door creaked and swayed, a woman on the other side of the door. I noticed her features almost immediately and blinked, expecting a harsh looking man. She was lean yet figured with an hourglass shape. Her skin was flawless like ivory and her lips were the color of poison. Her silver locks nearly touched the floor and her eyes; I could not forget them. They were the color of insanity at its peek. A brilliant and vibrant green like the hills of Ireland.
She smiled at me and held a needle up, tapping it ever so slightly. I gasped and backed up, my frail form against the cold wall. She shook her head and snapped her fingers, allowing men to step in and grabbed each of my limbs, holding me down to the ground. I groaned and struggled, succeeding in kicking one in the face and punching another in the eye. They growled and clocked me on my head, causing my vision to become blurry. Was this the end? Was that a syringe full of my death? I didn't know. My last thoughts as she placed the needle into my veins were fleeting but were still there as I became unconscious; help me.