Facing The Chair

Tuesday

Facing The Chair

The moment is now. I can feel my heart beating faster.

I have dragged it for ages. I promise myself, If I had one more chance, I'd do it differently.

Cold sweat. Nerve wrecking. I made false empty promises of nothingness to the Gods again, whichever one  that is listening  now.

Then I arrived at the door. There was a smell that follows, it reeked the smell of a damp room. I breathed in, and sat down on the chair. I sighed and mumble my last deal to the devil. Bargaining my soul, for never to meet with this empty chair again. The lady in white cued her hand signal for me to sit on the chair. I sent in my last message, and I rest my cute lil bum on that chair.

They 2 ladies in uniform prepped me up, and waiting for the executioner to arrive.  I stared blankly at the feet. This is, brace yourself old girl. It's time...

I look at the little torture gadgets lined up on my left. I gripped my hand tighter. It will be over soon.  Then he arrived...

And gave me a long lecture while he torture.. and tell me. Come back again in two days. Damn you

xoxo

RT