the end (dream yoga)

There's nothing i can do. helpless he put the pill in my mouth, half crushed... easy to dissolve. the sky, was a special shade of dark. i had only slowed a little, my gait on the way to where i was going- a destination i would probably never arrive in. i asked- 'is the the way she dies?" and i was afraid. I was aware of the loss of time. the way i couldn't know what was going to happen. how long I would be awake, able to act, before i wasn't, and how long would this last? would i wake up in the middle of somewhere unknown, bleeding more than my period is? would my body be beaten, would i be left, discarded, or kept for repeated trials? would i be left to wake up to pain, how bad would the pain be?    

all i had were these questions, and i didn't know how long i would have them. something to cling to to navigate. i felt responsible to hold to my human, to survival. i could feel the dark coming and i chose to fight it. i didn't know how long i would have with these thoughts till consciousness faded and took them with it, they were at once precious and enslaving. i could only feel the calculated perfection of the attacker's stealth moves. silent, perfect, confident, strong and sleek, beyond a doubt. and the quickening of an inevitability i couldn't comprehend.