Swallowing the blood that was trickling down the back of my throat, I twisted my head to the side, and considered my options. Fight. Die. Run. Die. Tell. Die. Hide. Die. Die. After spending a selfish amount of time contemplating taking a knife to my wrists, I clenched my eyes shut and locked every muscle in my body tight until my entire frame shook from the tension. Don’t do it, lad. It’s not your turn yet. Don’t give him the satisfaction of checking out. Think of the others. Desperate to distract myself from the temptation, I held my breath and concentrated on why I couldn’t leave this house.
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