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Ronnie's POV

Have you ever been so scared that you wished that you would die?

Wished that you were anywhere else in the world.

Have you ever had the feeling that someone was lurching and watching you from a distance?

Like someone was breathing down your neck.

I was feeling everything.

The burning breath and the hope of death.

Everything was perfect before.

My life was exactly how I wanted it to be.

Everything i had dreamed for since i was little.

I was somewhere cold, somewhere dark and musty.

It smelled like gas and I heard a low hissing noise.

I felt warm liquid oozing from my nose as it dropped onto the floor that echoed throughout the industrial state.

I could work out the shadows of heavy machinery and wires dangling from the ceiling.

It would explain the chemical smell but not the hissing.

Any sudden movement would frighten me.

My own unsteady breathing would send shivers across my shaking skin.

A door about a hundred feet away opened.

I clearly underestimated the size of the building.

The door looked miniature and the light seeping in only covered a small part of the floor.

A figure appeared in the silhouette of the door, blocking the first light I had seen in hours.

Days even.

At least it felt like it.

My eyes felt heavy and my whole body ached against the wood.

I hadn't slept in a while.

I feared that something would happen to me while I was sleeping.

You are most vulnerable when you are in a blissful state.

And let me tell you,

I did not feel Enlightened at all.

The figure started to walk closer and the click click of heels sounded throughout the warehouse.

It was rhythmic.

Almost as though it was planned.

Everything was set up to the finest detail.

They wanted me to sit here.

They wanted me to feel afraid.

They wanted me here in this chair, watching them walking towards me.

As their tall figure crept towards me, I froze up.

A gun.

Held in their hand with a tight grip.

They held a flashlight that danced across the floor.

The light and the heels grew closer.

Closer and closer.

My body tensed up and I knew what was about to happen.

I knew that I was going to die.

But why?

What did I do to deserve this?

Who would do this?

All I remember was walking up here.

Who did this to me?

Who was walking towards me?

Why were they walking towards me?

Why were they holding a gun?

My mind was overwhelmed with thoughts and fear that I started to squirm.

Rocking the chair side to side,

"Its not use" a voice echoed out, bouncing against metal.

I broke down.

It was just now that the whole situation had just started to kick in.

I was going to die.

I was going to be dead.

My life was on a deadline and the big alarm would ring at anytime,

"Please-" I choked out as tears streamed down my face,

"I have a fa- mily I love t- hem please don't do this-" I breathed out through my shaky voice.

I started to hyperventilate and my vision started to run away from me.

The person started to walk again and their heels clicked against the floor once more.

Once after the other as they walked behind me.

I could see the flashlight facing the ground on my left and the gun swaying on my right.

I faced forward and closed my eyes, fearing for the end.

I heard the gun cock and the heart wrenching sound filled the building.

Bouncing off every wall,

"I love you-" I managed to murmur out, taking in a deep breath.

BANG

I jumped and squeezed my eyes shut.

Nothing hit me.

I was still breathing.

I didn't feel anything.

I opened an eye and looked forward.

Nothing.

I looked to my left,

Flashlight.

I looked to my right,

Steaming gun and a bullet smashed through the concrete.

The gun was dropped and it changed against the floor.

The figure leaned into my ear, moving my hair back behind my ear.

Their fingertips were cold and dry,

"Showtime" they breathed down my neck.

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