Heaven Help You
Well-Laid Plans
The sheet pressed against his neck cutting off his air supply. Those thoughts which had demanded death now were silenced as his body's need to survive kicked in. He couldn't stop his fingers from flying up to scratch at the sheet and his neck.
Slamming.
The door!
No, no, part of him begged silently.
The door was closed and he felt relief. Darkness pressed in at the edges of his vision, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above him. This ceiling was going to be the last thing that he would ever see. The speckled bits of grain and rough edges that had taunted his sleep at nights.
Scrapping.
The chair!
Whoever it was had not left. Instead they were pulling the chair and placing it under his unwilling legs. He fell back against a soft body that was pushing him up until, for a moment, he was being strangled again. Relief flooded him at the comfort of knowing he would still die despite the efforts to save him.
Screeching.
Falling.
Blackness.
Slamming.
The door!
No, no, part of him begged silently.
The door was closed and he felt relief. Darkness pressed in at the edges of his vision, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above him. This ceiling was going to be the last thing that he would ever see. The speckled bits of grain and rough edges that had taunted his sleep at nights.
Scrapping.
The chair!
Whoever it was had not left. Instead they were pulling the chair and placing it under his unwilling legs. He fell back against a soft body that was pushing him up until, for a moment, he was being strangled again. Relief flooded him at the comfort of knowing he would still die despite the efforts to save him.
Screeching.
Falling.
Blackness.
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Alright I know this is short and probably a little confusing, but I promise it will all be explained in the next chapter.