By the look on his face, I could tell that this was news to him. He makes me leave and go into the hall. I can hear intense arguing now going on inside.
“WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU MEAN HE NEVER SIGNED THE PAPERWORK! You’re TELLING ME THAT THIS KID HAS BEEN AN INVOLUNTARY SUBJECT ALL ALONG!.
YOU F*CKING IDIOTS IF THIS EVER GETS OUT” and he goes on and on.
I actually thought I had a chance now. They call me back in. The new Mr. Green puts a piece of paper in front of me and tells me to sign it. I start to read it and he bursts in and yells “JUST SIGN IT GOD D*MN IT“. I was always told to read everything before you sign anything. I am trying to read it but the words just seem to come out like blurs. I can’t make out one word. So I say “let me have my parents read over it and I’ll mail it back to you! what’s your address?”
That was the last straw.
The new Mr. Green starts to freak out and he says “I’ll TELL YOU WHAT IT SAYS, IT SAYS THAT YOU GIVE US PERMISSION TO KILL YOU!
I REALLY DON’T GIVE A F*CK IF YOU SIGN IT OR NOT BECAUSE WE WILL JUST SIGN YOUR NAME TO IT ANYWAY! SO SHUT THE F*CK UP AND SIGN THE DAMN PAPER“.
I focus very had on the paper and the first few words say something like I _____________ am of free mind and body, do hereby freely consent.. Blah! Blah… Blah. I said “this is wrong, I don’t freely consent“. He rips the paper out of my hands and hands it to someone off to my right. Within moments the paper is back and my name is now on the paper. The new Mr. Green then gets a glass of water and puts some white powder in it, mixes it up and tells me to drink it. I ask “what’s in it” and he pounds his fist on the desk “JUST F*CKING DRINK IT“.
Adolph comes over my right shoulder and tells me that it’s poison and that it will kill me and I WILL drink it. At first I wouldn’t but then finally I drink the glass of water. Almost instantly I “flash” to the healing pool and this time my stomach hurts me so badly I cannot stand it. But I make it into the green water. Everything is very dark for a while. I feel like I am moving. This goes on for a while and then it feels like we have stopped. All of a sudden there is a dim light.
I am in the trunk of a car. The men go to pull me out and when I move on my own they literally jump back about three feet. I get out of the car and simply ask “what’s going on?” The one-man immediately gets on his portable phone and starts yelling into it. “Do you want to talk to him, here” and he hands me the phone. The man’s voice on the phone sounds familiar. For some reason they tell me to lay in the pine box at the bottom of the hole and to go to sleep.
I wake up and it is black, and by black I mean a blackness that you can only appreciate if you have been buried alive yourself. I hear dirt being thrown on top of me and I start to scream. I managed to bench press the lid only about an inch or so, but it was enough for me to get my legs and feet up onto the lid. And I manage to leg press the lid off and to the side about 6 to 8 inches. And I start to try and dig my self out. This seemed to take forever and I took the dirt that I had just dug away and stuffed in the coffin behind me by my feet and I in a frantic panic proceeded to dig my way up. As I break through the final layers the men are packing up the shovels in the car and they are putting their shirt back on.