I stared up at the doctor. How could he hate patients so much that he feels the need to kill them? I wouldn’t. Not ever. Not that I’m a doctor.

That was what was running through my head I took my last breaths. The lights pierced through my eyes. I felt sick. And that wasn’t the worst part either. It was that there was no escape. My arms were clasped either side of me, on the bed in which they were bolted down. At least a hundred or so ‘surgeons’ and ‘nurses’ were yelling and sneering at me, some laughing. The bed I were laying in was in a small, round, brightly lit auditorium -well, on the other hand that may simply be the blinding white lights. Hopefully Penny would find me. But who knows? After all, she’s only my seven year old sister. ‘Exactly,’ my inner thoughts cried, she doesn’t deserve this. In fact, no one does. Not even me. And with that, I…

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