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The green vile tastes like bile. It goes down my throat like acid.

My stomach turns violently. It doesn't want this.

I don't want this.

I screw my eyes shut.
I never wanted for it to reach this point.

My body convulses, rejecting the potion.

"Don't do that," she shouts, slapping my cheeks repeatedly. Waking me up from my stupor.

I blink my eyes open.

Her blue eyes draws me to her.

I breath in through my nose. The vile stays down.

***