Three years ago, I was taken away from my family. Now I’m in a dark room, alone. Please, just let me die.
The door slowly opens. I didn’t even know there was a door to this insanity. Medusa kicks a young girl around my age into the room. “Kill it. Take it’s soul, child. Become strong.”
The girl clenches what looks like a stuffed bear. I can’t do this. I never wanted to. I walk over to the corner I have called home for so long.
Medusa steps in again, grabbing me by the hood of my sweater. “Kill it,now.” I wipe away my tears, “No.”
She takes a bottle from her pocket, and shakes it slowly. My brother’s blood. “Then I have no choice, child.” she slams it into the ground, blood dripping everywhere. “You’re coming with me.” She carries me out.
Medusa sets me down, standing over me with a knife. “Just a few drops of blood,” She lowers the knife to my eye. “just a few seconds of pain.”
My eyes widen. Darkness. Where am I? Am I dead? Please let me be dead.