The door slams, and a lock clicks.

My head snaps up, I’m not expecting anyone. A figure with a knife is staring at me. I freeze.

"You have five minutes to prove you’re worthy of living. Go."

I stand up. I feel the tears streaming down my face. I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I can’t do this.

I look into its eyes.

"C’mon, we don’t have all day. If I’m getting bored, I might just kill you now." it says, twirling its knife.

"No!" I yell, voice shaking. "I’m 15. I’m not even 16 yet. I haven’t lived life. I haven’t learned how to drive, and I’m not even an adult. I haven’t experienced anything!"

It looks up at me.

"Okay. Go on."

"My name—my name is Sophia. I have a younger sister, Eva. She’s 12. I have an older brother, Matt. He’s turning 20 soon. I have a family." My voice quivers with every word, I can barely breathe between my words. I pause, to try and breathe.

"A minute left. Make it worth it, or..say bye!"

fuck.

"I’m so young. I’m someone’s daughter! I’m someone’s older sister and I’m someone’s younger sister. I haven’t gotten to experience love yet. I’m a person. Please, I’M A PERSON!"

I think that individual found joy in hearing people plead for their lives, cause all my efforts were in vain.