LadyAurora
Princess
DO NOT DRINK THE KOOLAID
He gave us koolaid.
The others took the tiny dixie cup off the tray and drank it without a second thought.
I made the decision to dump the koolaid out when no one was paying attention.
These actions will save me.
He makes us call him father.
His words and actions make the others follow him without a second thought.
Something about the way he looks at me, his eyes are laced with evil.
I joined this group to feel like I am needed and love.
I never thought that I would be trapped in such an awful nightmare.
He tells us that the red juice will allow us to pass on to our next life.
That son of a bitch.
I could hear the once faithful followers cry out.
Almost all at once the others begin to cough and foam at the mouth.
A woman who had not drank the koolaid yet tried to run out of the chapel.
He shot her.
Dead
The others seem to fall to the hard wood floor.
The koolaid was taking affect, fear hung thick in the air.
I let fear fuel my will to survive.
I slumped my body over a dead body and held my breath.
Then all at once, the chapel went quite.
He walked between the bodies of his followers and laughed like the mad man he was.
A gun clocked back, I could hear it.
A loud bang and the sound of another body thumping to the group.
After a few more minutes, I sat up.
So many dead bodies...
But i am glad he is one of them.
Author's Note: This is based off of a real event. The founder of the cult poisoned the other followers with koolaid. Unlike my writing, there were mo survivors.
He gave us koolaid.
The others took the tiny dixie cup off the tray and drank it without a second thought.
I made the decision to dump the koolaid out when no one was paying attention.
These actions will save me.
He makes us call him father.
His words and actions make the others follow him without a second thought.
Something about the way he looks at me, his eyes are laced with evil.
I joined this group to feel like I am needed and love.
I never thought that I would be trapped in such an awful nightmare.
He tells us that the red juice will allow us to pass on to our next life.
That son of a bitch.
I could hear the once faithful followers cry out.
Almost all at once the others begin to cough and foam at the mouth.
A woman who had not drank the koolaid yet tried to run out of the chapel.
He shot her.
Dead
The others seem to fall to the hard wood floor.
The koolaid was taking affect, fear hung thick in the air.
I let fear fuel my will to survive.
I slumped my body over a dead body and held my breath.
Then all at once, the chapel went quite.
He walked between the bodies of his followers and laughed like the mad man he was.
A gun clocked back, I could hear it.
A loud bang and the sound of another body thumping to the group.
After a few more minutes, I sat up.
So many dead bodies...
But i am glad he is one of them.
Author's Note: This is based off of a real event. The founder of the cult poisoned the other followers with koolaid. Unlike my writing, there were mo survivors.
