hold on...

For the next lines try to hold your breath for as long as you can, if you break proceed to the last line. Now, inhale.

His hands are forcing into your head, careless and violent your head smashes to the bottom of the sink. All the water rushes through your tongue and mouth. Your hands slap the borders of the table and your shoulders smash into the sink, you are just like a flapping fish out of the bowl, you are drowning and you will die if you stop fighting. Suddenly you reach for the faucet to break it, you dive your head into the bottom to free the drain with your own mouth. The preassure in your head suddenly moves into your neck, now you can't even swollow the water that flushes through your face. In a second you feel a rush of blood to the head caused by the movement of your head from the sink to the wall, your face hits the wall with such a dry impact that you hear the knock in your head. You feel like the borders of your eyes no longer understand depth and function in the same frecuency of your heartbeats, the words run fast along your head and your fingers grow cold. You start giving in to the cold and suddenly the pain your chest begins to pierce your lungs and stomach, you reach in the hip of whomever is clutching your throat trying to scratch him, but at this point only feels like a mild pat. In the countdown of your heartbeats you find the 9mm holstered in his belt. You reach it and shoot him in the stomach, cutting your hand with the recoil of the slide and burning your back with the shell, you can breathe now (yes, you). You take a wide and deep breath, lean to the wall and look into the eyes of you friend and whisper one final sentence before shooting him in the head:

you are dead now.