"Just because I'm wrong, doesn't mean you're right" I spit out, blood dripping down my face, the cut in my chest beating like a drum. Before I can react, the slashing of a blade crossed my arm, creating a used chopping board like texture, mixed with the smell of blood. "Damn it" before I can even blink, something slams into my chest, forcing the air out of my lungs as my body slams into a metal pole. "Now" a figure crouched down and felt the cold and death of a knife stabbing into my eyes, I screamed, pain filling my lungs, blood filling my eye socket and fear filling my heart. I felt the eye ripping out of my socket and I saw it, resting in the palm of her hand. She smirks as she proceeds to do the same to my other eye, leaving my blind, blood dripping from my eye sockets, staining the ground beneath me, creating a small pool of blood that reached my feet, soaking the ground. I smirk as I spit blood, guessing it landed on her face from the sound it made. I ponder over my past and what could have been my future, the life I had and the life that could have been. And then..... Black.
