Chapitre Quinze

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Oui, je parle français. Je suis Français. 











Je rigole, je ne suis pas Français. J'apprends le Français. Nous allons continuer:


I don't know how many times I have been beaten up and I have woken up again, but I feel like this is going to be the last time. 

The bag is still around my head, but it isn't attached, I can easily throw it off my head. But I don't want to. 

I am so fucking tired. All of my energy is gone, my whole body is hurting.




I am starting to cry. 






I stop crying. 






I start crying again.






I stop. 




I start hyperventilating. 






I don't stop. 






I feel like the air is being sucked out of my body. 






I start freaking out. 





I hear a sound somewhere in the room. 




I try to stop hyperventilating but I can't. 





Somebody suddenly puts a rope around the bag and my neck. 










"No! No, wait!" I cry. The tears are streaming down my face, but the hyperventilating has calmed down. 

























"Sweet dreams, Koi fish,"  Somebody whispers in my ear. 





















A/N:

Oof. C'est la fin. 

Okay but in all seriousness, I had this ending stuck in my head ever since I wrote the first chapter. This was exactly how I wanted this to end and I'm happy that I was able to work towards this. This series has been a lot of fun, but it had to come to an end at some point. 

I will probably write some epilogues, so look forward to those :)


- Sit down John. 


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