The end

They picked up the large knives one by one, then turned to face me lying there almost unconscious. They had beaten me for weeks now and I don't remember anything past that. Small pieces of memories come back to me but are soon beaten out again by them and their metal rods. This was the end. They were standing over me, their smiles stretched from ear to ear. Their faces horribly ugly and mangled beyond recognition. They lifted their knives at an agonizingly slow pace. 

They were all I knew. The first thing I remember was that they had pinned me down and "treated" me with electro-shock therapy. I don't know why. I'm not crazy... At least I don't think. I don't remember. I think that they did it before, many times. They had zapped the memories out of my head in a painful surge of electricity.

My breathing increased as their hands stopped, they were about to use the knives for something horrible. They looked to their leader who was watching from an odd looking throne across the room. She nodded and their grins widened more, some of their cheeks tore open and dripped blood onto my face and arms. They looked at me and in an uncomfortably synchronized motion sliced away at my skin. It hurt. All of those rusty knives plunging into my soft, tender flesh. 

I wanted to scream. More than anything I wanted to. But I couldn't. They had just zapped my mind away before bringing me here. The synapses in my brain were still trying to connect but just couldn't do it. I was helpless, scared, and alone. The pain was overwhelming and I passed out. I dreamt of the electric pulses coursing through my veins. Then nothing. 

There was nothing. The world was empty, so empty it felt like the darkness would swallow me whole. Soon after, it did. I disappeared into the darkness. After all this fighting, this was the end. This was what my life chalked up to. The last thing, my last thought was their hideous faces looking at me. Disgusting and disfigured. 

Original work by P.H.