Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Revelation 25


He should hear me soon.

I’ve already conceived my plan. When he finds me, I’ll offer a drink. But I’ll dissolve one of the pills in it.

I hope it’ll be painless.


 

Jesus Christ, what am I doing?

I've seen the destruction, the death that drugs can cause. Withering to nothing, fading away. One day here on this earth, the next day gone forever.

I experienced it firsthand.

I almost died. I survived because somebody up there thought I should live.

If i do this, Omar will most definitely die, no chance of saving him, no turning back.

Oh, Christ! What do I do?

 

 
I can’t do it. I just can’t.

I'll just talk to him and leave, that'll be the end of it. I hear him coming.

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