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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Crime
- Published: 04/01/2013
Injecting depressive emotions into my head. As I am just a typical teenager, emotions got the better of me. I was only going to the hospital but I had to make a huge fuss over it. “Lauren get a grip!” I was hesitant but I managed to drag my feet across the cold laminate floor. I grabbed the door with my sweaty hand and pulled. At that moment I realised there was no going back.
Carefully, I approached the reception desk, staring at the woman behind the counter. She was tall, lifeless like a robot and had a spine chilling voice. Her face caught my attention the most as she had the biggest smirk across her face when I said which doctor I was seeing. I tried my best to shield my emotions so she wouldn’t become suspicious. Then she said have a seat. It must have taken me five minutes to finally sit down as my pace was slow but my heart beat was soaring.
Something wasn’t right!
Minutes had gone by like a snail’s pace. It was an agonising wait, tension building by the second. Until, my name was called. I don’t know which was worse the wait or the fact my name had been called. I followed the doctor like a little puppy on a tight lead. The lead was tightening to the point it was suffocating. The agony screeched to a halt as we reached the room. The door had a shattering echo which filled the deathly hallways. I was told to sit in the chair.
I did as he asked but I still had the intention that something was wrong. What I feared became reality. The door locked. The doctor gave a hurtling cackle. I heard a click. I was restrained. I tried to break free but my strength somehow vanished. Panic struck to the point that I almost stopped breathing. The only thing I could do was pluck up the courage and ask “what’s going on!?”
The doctor paid no attention but instead got out a lab coat and finally spoke “you’re not getting out alive!” Panic took over once more to the point where I went to my last resort “Just kill me now!” He stood over me like a head teacher gawping at you to do your work. The grin appeared once more, it haunts me. He whispered in my ear “soon!” At first I thought the situation couldn’t escalate until a mysterious black box was placed in front of me. Anticipation increased until the cover was ragged off.
I was faced with my worst fear. Spiders. I did my best to stay collected but I couldn’t. The doctor knew this was my ultimate fear but how? He then sat beside me and muttered three options to me. The three most utterly vile, heartbreaking options to choose. But after careful consideration I chose option number one. He rose and took the box away and showed a bottle with the word poison written in bold letters. My life drew to a dramatic conclusion. He added the poison to into a needle and injected it into my body. I could feel it run through my veins and memories flashed back but the only question I could ask was “why me”
The news reports are still about me. How my body was found in the cannel. My life thrown away by a heartless soul. Yet he still managed to elude the police while I lie in a dismal grave.
Bet your wondering what the three options were, but that story is for another day.
The acceptance(Lauren Castle)
Injecting depressive emotions into my head. As I am just a typical teenager, emotions got the better of me. I was only going to the hospital but I had to make a huge fuss over it. “Lauren get a grip!” I was hesitant but I managed to drag my feet across the cold laminate floor. I grabbed the door with my sweaty hand and pulled. At that moment I realised there was no going back.
Carefully, I approached the reception desk, staring at the woman behind the counter. She was tall, lifeless like a robot and had a spine chilling voice. Her face caught my attention the most as she had the biggest smirk across her face when I said which doctor I was seeing. I tried my best to shield my emotions so she wouldn’t become suspicious. Then she said have a seat. It must have taken me five minutes to finally sit down as my pace was slow but my heart beat was soaring.
Something wasn’t right!
Minutes had gone by like a snail’s pace. It was an agonising wait, tension building by the second. Until, my name was called. I don’t know which was worse the wait or the fact my name had been called. I followed the doctor like a little puppy on a tight lead. The lead was tightening to the point it was suffocating. The agony screeched to a halt as we reached the room. The door had a shattering echo which filled the deathly hallways. I was told to sit in the chair.
I did as he asked but I still had the intention that something was wrong. What I feared became reality. The door locked. The doctor gave a hurtling cackle. I heard a click. I was restrained. I tried to break free but my strength somehow vanished. Panic struck to the point that I almost stopped breathing. The only thing I could do was pluck up the courage and ask “what’s going on!?”
The doctor paid no attention but instead got out a lab coat and finally spoke “you’re not getting out alive!” Panic took over once more to the point where I went to my last resort “Just kill me now!” He stood over me like a head teacher gawping at you to do your work. The grin appeared once more, it haunts me. He whispered in my ear “soon!” At first I thought the situation couldn’t escalate until a mysterious black box was placed in front of me. Anticipation increased until the cover was ragged off.
I was faced with my worst fear. Spiders. I did my best to stay collected but I couldn’t. The doctor knew this was my ultimate fear but how? He then sat beside me and muttered three options to me. The three most utterly vile, heartbreaking options to choose. But after careful consideration I chose option number one. He rose and took the box away and showed a bottle with the word poison written in bold letters. My life drew to a dramatic conclusion. He added the poison to into a needle and injected it into my body. I could feel it run through my veins and memories flashed back but the only question I could ask was “why me”
The news reports are still about me. How my body was found in the cannel. My life thrown away by a heartless soul. Yet he still managed to elude the police while I lie in a dismal grave.
Bet your wondering what the three options were, but that story is for another day.
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