I woke up the next day and hooray it was my birthday. Not so hoorayish though I was still in that filthy room but I was laying on the floor and I don't know how I got there.
Michael came in with the g*n on a black tray. "What do you choose?" he asked. It's my birthday that was the best gift I could give myself to put an end to my misery.
"I choose to die",I tell him.
"Farewell then."...
"Mr Dawson the girl doesn't want to live anymore."
I feel so thirsty and dehydrated and weak. I pick up the heavy metal g*n and point it to my head. I look up and see the satisfaction on John's face. I also see Chase pleading me not to do it.
"Don't let him drive you to death just the way he drove me to it. LARA please don't die for the same reason I did."
Those words hit deep.What am I doing?I sta
