Thick crimson liquid dripped from the blade. I was frozen, unable to process the impossible images I was seeing. Slowly, I looked back up at the shadow-like boy who's slender fingers gripped the knife.
Tousled brown hair fell across his chiselled features, and a deadly smirk crept across his face. A black leather hood cast the top of his face in shadows, yet I somehow recognised the black-clad figure.
It was then that I noticed the dull pain in my chest. I looked down at my torso; at the wound over my heart. A quiet "oh" passed my lips as my brain suddenly realised what was happening.
Pain. So much pain. It spread across my body like a fire, burning through every inch of my body. I wanted to scream but I couldn't, unable to make a sound. Fear greater than any fear I had ever experienced flooded my body.
I'm not ready to die. I painstakingly moved my head to look at the boy who would be my killer. Slowly, he began to pull back the hood that shrouded his face in darkness.
Dark blue eyes stared at me.
Eyes I knew.
My eyes.
