World Of Death

Chapter 1: Chance For The Dead

Ah fuck. This hurts so much. But its calming in its own way. I'm feeling hot and cold at the same time. The world around me is a blur and I cant focus on what other's are saying. Unexpectedly, my thoughts are clearer than ever. I thought that I'd be freaking out but that's not the case at all.

If you're wondering what the hell happened, well, I'm dying. As to why I'm dying? I got stabbed. 3 times. But I ain't a bitch so I fought back and the culprit is now dead by bleeding out of two places. One is his side of the neck and the other is his dick. Yeah, you read that right. I shanked him in the dick.

As to why this happened, I was going to the supermarket to buy dome groceries for myself and saw a masked guy running towards a mother and a daughter. When I saw him pull out a knife I knew something bad was gonna happen, so I sprinted towards the pair at full speed and pushed them out the way just in time but got stabbed instead.

The culprit didn't quite register what happened and stabbed me again. So he was trying to kill both the mother and child. When he saw the it was me instead of his target he panicked and stumbled a little. But I still had adrenaline running through my veins do I grabbed him as hard as I could and pulled him towards me. He stabbed me again in order to escape but I still kept that vice grip.

He was going to do it again but I caught his hand and made him drop the knife. Due to him struggling to escape I lost my balance and fell down with him. My head was near his stomach amd my hand was near the knife. I quickly picked it up and stabbed him wherever I could at the moment. And I stabbed him in the dick.

He let out a blood curdling cry as he held his balls. I took this chance and crawled up to his face and said, "Night Night, Fucker." I stabbed him in the neck and alot of blood poured out like a fountain. I dropped the knife and somehow laid on my back with my hand on my stab wound.

Now that I calmed down a little I could feel the burning pain. And that brings us to my current predicament. I don't want to die. I really dont. But what can I do. I can see the mother and daughter crying over me saying something but I can't hear them.

Atleast I'm going out in a good way. Not a crappy death with no meaning. With this, I hope that atleast they'll remember me. And its not like I have someone waiting for me at home or I'm a special somebody to someone. Or that I'm doing great in life in general. So I guess this really is an escape for me. Ah, I know what I'm doing. Im making excuses, aren't I? Trying to justify my death even though I wanted to live.

As I was busy in my thoughts life slowly but surely escaped my body and within a few moments I took my last breath. Everything went black after that.
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I slowly opened my eyes, as if waking up. I let my eyes adjust to the light and realized that I was sitting in front of a table with a old timer sitting in front of me on the other side calmly drinking tea.

My thoughts were in a mess. Didn't I die? What happened? Was I saved somehow? Where am I? Who is the old grandpa? What the hell is happening?!

The old guy looked at me with a grandfatherly smile, noticing my confusion and panic. "Calm down, my child. I know its been really rough on you. I'm sorry for that. As for your questions, yes you did die. And as to where we are, we are at a place I created to call as my home." He said in a soothing voice.