The Cycle

Grade: 
8

 

The man leaves the room, and the gas turns on. I see him in the darkness, after the red button is pressed, and I scream, even though nobody will ever hear me or care. I slowly feel the life draining from my helpless body in that cold dark room. I hear maniacal laughing coming from a room adjacent to mine, and slowly, my body falls away as I swiftly rise upward- faster and faster. I feel air whipping past me and then all is quiet. I land softly on what feels like warm sheep’s wool, and finally, I can rest, before the cycle restarts and I have to go through living hell again.