The Wheelchair
By: Jadlyn Shadow

It was three in the morning you wakeup in a cold sweat. Be awaken by a slow squeaking noise, left you wide awake. You were breathing lightly so your able to hear the noise. That horrible noise! To scared to move you layed there in your bed staring a the ceiling. The noise gets closer. Squeak, squeak, squeak. The noise subdues, after a couple of heart pounding seconds, you go to turn over. But before you do you hear your door creak open eerily. To terrified to look, you wait and listen. The pounding of your heart pounds almost painfully in your ears. Finally you cant take it anymore and you turn over to look towards the door. An empty wheelchair was directly next to your bed. You stare at it mortified. Where did it come from? Who's was that? Or whom is it for? A throbbing pain struck your head. The next thing you woke up to was you strapped to this old, leathery, wheelchair. All your teeth were pulled out and your tounge was sliced down the middle. The straps on your ankels began to tighten. Pain shot through your body as you sat in the unfamiliar room being tortured by such a haunting object. You tried to scream and cry out for help but you couldn't, when you tried you choked on your blood. As the straps tighten more, and more, an more, the wheelchair slowly wheels it's way down the abandon dusty halls of this unknown place. The straps soon cut off your ankels as you cried in pain. Choked sobs, and more pain came. Next was your thighs, which hurt even more. There goes the blood curculation, there goes your legs. Next is your arms, how so the burn. Tighten, and squeeze, the pain becomes unbarable. There goes your hands. Next that is left is the collar around your neck, though you did not know of the blades. Your thrashed and shook trying to break free. It cuts your neck and now your dead. The wheelchair continues on until your gone.