He asks, ''Why are you refusing to look at me?''
A nervous laugh escapes me, ''You, ah, have a fine face.'' No, no, no. Why the Hell did I say that?
He fully laughs; so genuine and rich it makes me smile a little, ''Fine face? That's all I get?''
I...
I gasp, falling on the floor. Just then, a crest of biting agony overwhelms my every nerve. Then I pitch a scream so animalic and deafening it burns my throat.
Pain. Pain. Pian.
My blood is here and there, spilling into the floor with no intent of stopping. I try pressing my hand upon the gushing wounds, but the pain alone threatens to send me to unconsciousness. Tears unstoppably sag from my widely open eyes down my pale cheeks.
I can see Lisa and Hyunjin dash towards me, faces as pale as death. I can overhear Momo's loud scream and her twin–Felix–clasping a shaking hand on his mouth.
They're pretty good actors, a voice suddenly speaks in my mind. I ignore it; why would they act horrified at my being stabbed?
''I'm fine.'' I try to mutter, but my voice comes out a cough– anguished. My clothes are coated with black blood, while I can clearly see my insides drain. Three long protracted swords batted out of my abdomen.
All I know now is inhuman ire. Pain I doubt an ordinary mortal could've handled. Quick death would have been too humane for the person who sent the obana to murder me. I guess this is how I'll die in the end–a pathetic girl without a family to mourn her.
I take a last shuddering breath as darkness closes my vision.
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