I curled up on the floor in my own blood, a sharp pain radiated from my back, very intense that i felt my empty stomach toil.
It kept going, then I felt all my stomach contents come out, I vomited horridly, the pain increased per second, the whole floor was covered red, with my own blood, the room filled with a stench smell of the blood and sweat.
I cursed Dante as I held unto the chair for my dear life.
The room started becoming hazy, I felt with the much oxygen there was in the whole room, there was none left for me.
I remembered the piece of paper the makeup artist had given me, I slowly reached for it, I pulled it out, I un wrapped it, tablets were inside, I took one and swallowed it.
I prayed that it was a certain poison, maybe I was better off dead than enduring the intense
