Dead Already

Victoriå

Hey, are you still listening?

You know that one moment in your life where you're like:

'What the fuck?'

Yeah, yeah, that's what's happening right now.

I opened my eyes, meeting nothing but complete darkness.

I was scared and alone.

I was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, my hands aching as I'm sure that they must've been there for a long time.

My head throbbed and pounded.

There goes two words that shouldn't be said together.

My legs were tied as well, and I was more focused on trying to figure out where I was.

What smells like poop?

Wait, is that me?

I tried sniffing myself but I realized that the smell was coming from the corner.

But I couldn't see over there, so I sighed, trying to take my hands out of what I was certain were zip ties.

So cliché.

I heard loud footsteps coming toward the door, and my breath hitched.

The door then swung open, and a single light was turned on.

As I glanced in the corner where the poop smell came from, I let out a scream as I saw the