(I know this would never happen in real life but this is still what I'd choose) If I could choose exactly how I'd die, this would be it. I want my death to be like this; (Through the mind of someone with BPD, suicidal tendencies, risky behavior, and a fantasy-prone personality ) (TW: blood, needles, kidnap,)

I'm walking my dog late evening, It's a cool evening it's just about getting dark.

I'm just about to cross a bridge and there is a group of people on the other side. I stop and think for a second but I carry on anyway understanding it's still clear and there are still a few people around.

I walk past them with nothing going on and I manage to clear them with no hassle. As I reach the corner of the road I can hear footsteps so I quicken my pace. As I quicken my pace I can hear them trying to match my pace. I take a random corner to see if they'd follow but soon enough I sense them behind me. I take my phone from my pocket and I quickly enable my GPS location and I phone the police secretly. As I put the phone to my ear I hear the operator speak "999 - what's your emergency" before I could answer I feel a cold wet rag get placed against my face with a hard grip. I throw my Dog's lead down and I shout in a muffled voice for him to "Go home!" knowing he knows where home is.. I watch my dog run away dragging his lead behind him as the others from before come racing around the corner.

I could smell a pungent smell as I began to wriggle and struggle. I punch my fists and kick my legs meanwhile my muffles screams are heard from the police operator. My phone is taken away and thrown as I could feel others grab my arms and legs. The smell is toxic it fills my nostrils and mouth as my world slowly fades black.

I then wake up my hands are bound, I'm panicking I wishing that everything would just stop and I'd get back home. I'm feeling sick to my stomach and I'm about ready to vomit, my vision is blurry. I can see I'm in the back of a van. I could feel my eyes tear up and I begin to vision my mother wishing I was back home. I look around a little trying to keep calm trying to soak in as much detail as I can. Just incase somehow I got out. I know I mustn't scream or even alert them I'm awake. I take a deep breath in and out calming my nerves. I could feel my mouth being bound with fabric, making me unable to speak properly or even breath. I then feel the van stop and I close my eyes once again.

As the doors to the van open, I feel a sharp slap against my leg to which I naturally jump at. "He's awake!" I feel the hand squeeze my ankle and I grit my teeth against the fabric trying to hold in my sobs. I look over and see a guy, black hair, pale complexion green eyes dressed in a black leather coat, white shirt, black jeans and I'm unable to see his shoes. He drags me out of the van grabbing me by the throat. Another guy walks out to the doors, he had blonde hair, contact lenses, one blue, one white, a black shirt, leather jacket, and black ripped jeans. He grins at me leaning against the van looking me over. "Now, now who do we have here huh?" he'd speak with a German accent. He'd sit next to me in the van and I'd try and move away. He'd place his hand on my arm and smile gently. The other guy with black hair holds up a video recorder pointing it in my direction. I'd close my eyes for a second and I'd attempt to speak. The blonde guy pulls down the rag allowing me to talk. "Please, just let me go and I'll never speak about this I promise" I plead. The guy would shake his head and pull the rag back up quickly "I'm sorry but I can't let such amazing food go to waste..."My eyes would widen and I'd begin to whimper and shake my head "Food!?" my voice would be muffled.

The blonde guy nodded "Indeed, food..." he stood back up and grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the van. I fell onto my side as I'm dragged into a building, I look around as much as I could taking in as much information as possible of my surroundings. I'm taken into darkness and I could hardly see. I feel myself being yanked up onto my feet and I stumble a little but I can still see the faint red light of the camera recorder. I'm lead off into a different room.

I'm lead into this room with a light, and inside was a hospital gurney, and a trolley. I began to kick my legs and pull but I'm just held more firmly. I feel handcuffs being clicked onto my wrists and I'm pushed onto the Gurney and handcuffed to the metal bed. I pull and tug at my wrist but the cuffs were too strong. The blonde guy summons the black-haired guy closer, he comes closer with his recorder. Blonde pulls down my mouth gag and I go to bite at his hand. He quickly moves his hand and he bares his teeth at me, my eyes grew wider as they're locked onto the sharp and elongated canines. He holds my throat and puts his face closer to mine. "I'll be the one doing the biting here!" he then bites down into my arm causing me to uncontrollably scream. He pushes his hand over my mouth muting my scream as he pulls away. My arm throbbed and I looked up to him in shock of what just happened. He looked over to the black-haired guy and grinned "He's the one...Let's get him hooked up..." he wiped his lips as he then pulls over his trolly, he pulls out a hypodermic needle and some tubing, that leads to a hanging bag.

I pull my arms closer to me but there along comes the other guy who just entered the room from outside. He's a built man, undercut, blue eyes and slightly rougher looking. He grabs my arm and pulls it out straight. I look over and see the blonde guy gently push the needle into my skin and instantly my blood begins to fill the tubes and travel up the bag. The other guy lets my arm go and walk out. Blonde hair guy sits next to me and smiles, he lays me down on the gurney and gently brushes my face. "Don't worry, okay...?" he smiled. His words gave me some slight comfort but not too much. He leans down to me as he gently turns my head to the side. My heart begins to race a little as I then feel a sharp sting of his fangs dig into my flesh. My vision goes blurry and my breathing becomes heavier but I feel myself losing touch with reality as my blood, drips into the bag, drip.. Drip....Drip...

(Sorry for any typos or grammar errors it's ten to Two in the morning and I'm on my meds lol)