Book Ideas

Little... Girl?

Running.

Like your life depends on it.

Breathing.

Like its your last breath.

Crying.

Like you’ll never cry again.

My time right now.

Are my last seconds as a human.

“Please! What did I ever do to you!” as he tries to attack me again as I hold the butchers very sharp cutting knife in my hand. Of course only for self defence. He is as quiet as a still night. “Please! Just don’t kill me! I want to live!” he stares at me in amusement “The greed to live is so annoying of you humans..” I sob I’m going to die. As he swings his knife, its scrapes my cheek letting the warm blood drip down my face, my pigtails are sticking to my face from the sweat of my forehead. Sobbing unconditionally.

He raises his fist and knocks me to the ground as he holds his knife over me I look in fear and clutch the knife in my hands.

I want to live. I feel a pull in my brain. Telling me to raise the knife as I do not want to die. Nor do I want to kill a man.

My last few seconds, were ticking as though it goes in slow motion, he moves the knife closer to my skin as I await my death, then black out to be another being. Not human. No never.

The knife drops half with a light clash of my own. My smile growing into its own demonic way. He slightly flinches in surprise.

I knock him off and jump to my feet flinging myself back to a better stance. This is my last fight against the man. I’m not dying no. These are his last minutes on this earth. I swing the knife at his stomach as the blood gushes out he coughs up blood. I smile brighter as he falls to the floor and I stand over him. “Please please I beg off you I’m sorry please don-“ I slice his throat at his long lasting words. I take deep breaths as I slowly gain consciousness “I.. thought you wanted to play” tilting my head slightly I giggle. I stand almost limp over his body my face covered in warm gooey red liquid and it covering my dress. I feel as if I have to explain.. well lets start this from the morning!