Board Thread:Clubs/@comment-35646433-20190605001841/@comment-2601:40E:8280:2BDC:3641:5DFF:FE0C:C85D-20190611030307

Wrote something. Tell me what you think of it?

Blood slides along my body, beneath my clothes and down to the floor. It's warm, somehow it feels kind of nice. But it shouldn't, surely this is the end of me, surely I'm dying. The only thing holding me up is this stupid chair beneath me. Maybe I can use it to stand up, walk away and find help. No, it's no use. I'm too weak. Is there really no way out of this mess? No way for me to live? I'm not ready to die, I'm not ready for it all to end. Somebody please find me, I need help. Somebody, please save me. I don't want to die.

Exhausted. I'm absolutely exhausted. Perhaps I should lay down, it'll be easier. Yes, this is more comfortable, yet I still feel exhausted. No, I cannot give in, I cannot die just yet. Help will be here soon. I'm sure of it. I just need to keep my eyes open and wait for help.

I don't think I'm going to make it. No, I know I'm not going to make it. It all ends here, this is where I die. That's okay, I don't have the strength to fight anymore anyway. I'll just wait then, wait for my final breath.

I'm cold. I wish there was somebody to hold me or something to warm me. I feel no pain, not any longer, but my body keeps shivering to warm itself up. But I'm still cold.

Remember me.