My breathing was heavy, adjusting my vision to my surroundings I found myself in a kitchen...a kitchen? Why am I here. I had something in my hand but I couldn't see it. Everything was blurred.
I was too caught up with my thoughts when something got my attention or should I say someone. I was facing the window it was blurry as well but i could tell it was evening.
"Sir, I wanted to say something,"
It was a pleasing sound to hear. As I turned around, I met with a smiling face but what worried me was the fact that had a knife in his hand. I gazed at the knife and then looked at his face again which had a sinister smirk playing on his lips instead of a smile. I feel like this is not going to end well.
He moved forward to me, his hand rising towards me.
"W-what do you want?"I yelled.
"Uh.. well this,"
He moved the knife and stabbed me around my waist making me kneel on the ground because of pain, the pain of my skin being torn apart spreading into me. By the time i could handle myself I was coughing blood and stained my white clothes.
"this the end." my head is dizzy throbbing with pain, I can feel my breathing getting slow and shaky, he is giving me a slow death.
"No it's not the end...yet,"
He came to my eye level before stabbing me again and again in my chest, it felt as if my ribs were breaking with the immense pain. My vision is getting black. It felt like he stabbed me more, he used his knife to cut around my cheek, the blood trickling down to my neck, and my white shirt turning a dark shade of red.
He is enjoying all of this, his laugh echoing in my ears but why me, before I could feel anything anymore everything blacked out.
