1 One chapter story.

Just the memory of this moment gives me chills, yet I still remember it all. The diluted, bland taste of this poisonous source I remember. The discomfort and mental suffering I can remember. Screaming for help was no use as it only reduced my time alive.

I was guttering. Shaking. Drowning. Not just physically,but mentally. All my thoughts ran into my head simultaneously in a hot second. How did I ever trust them ? How could they be this cruel ? How would my mother cope without me ? Will they confess about what they did to me ? But all those thoughts only stayed for a short while and moved on before I accidentally started noticing my surroundings.

The sour acidic smell of this liquid only instigated bad memories which i'd hope to forget. The feeling of panic. The feeling of trepidation. The same echo of silence. The same echo of death