Part 3
Wow. Mr. Herrera. Dead. I felt anger swelling inside of me. I wanted to make Ms. D. PAY for what she did to him!
In a super hero-like feat, I tried to rip off the straps-and failed. The needle punctured my skin and I screamed in agony as the yellow liquid drained into my stomach from the needle. I was going to die. Ms. D. had won. She was probably going to conquer the world now.
As I felt the acid eating away at my stomach, there was an explosion in the side of the wall. Lots of darkly dressed men dressed in suits that said FBI ran in and shot Ms. D. I yelled ,”Help!” and passed out.
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That gets us to where I am now. In a hospital bed, room 256. My family is here. Everyone. Today, the doctors said that there is nothing they can do. The acid continues to eat at my inside, and I wear a smile for my family. This smile is a dark curtain hiding the pain inside that is slowly eating my life away.
The End
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