One girl, One knife

Chapter 1 of one girl, one knife.

*GASP* "Huff, Huff" I sit on a cold, white tile kitchen floor, and my vision becomes prolonged. The kitchen seems to stretch and stretch without stopping...*clang* I snap out of my episode, I turn my head "the drawer" I say, my interest now on the open drawer.

I slowly get up, struggling to get on my feet. "How the hell?" I mumble. I'm all alone. I woke up in this random kitchen. It was unfamiliar to me. I'd never seen it before. I don't take my eyes off the drawer, and I stumble towards it now, hovering over the open top drawer. The drawer was white with a black looped knob. "My kitchen is 80s themed" I whisper "where the fuck am i" I slur in a dazed voice.

My attention quickly piqued as something glistened in my peripheral vision, it was what seemed to be a knife, a very well crafted knife...some shit from Japan. "That's a sexy knife, "...i thought..."Oh damn..." I say, "I don't think I've ever thought that a utensil is attractive??" I shake my head in disbelief and think "what the hell kind of dream is this", I turn away from the drawer and stumble away to try to distract myself from the mental thoughts I was having, I'm trying desperately to think of something else like how to get the fuck out of here, or if there's anybody around....but all I hear is silence...not. a. Sound. No crickets, no cooking food, no footsteps, no chatter, absolutely...nothing....but...all I can seem to think about is....that damn knife....what's so special about that knife....

I turn back around and limp towards the open drawer picking up the knife "what are you, how are yo- wait no, why am I interested in this finely made Japanese knife??" I scan the knife looking at its curves and edges, looking at the fascinating pattern on the blade. I see writing on the back "Oh" I mutter, "you're made in America", "fuck that" I thought, "anything made in America is utter shit, the food, like what the hell are twinkies, the fast food names like five guys, who is in charge of these ridiculous names???" I think. But..I'm still so intrigued. I close the drawer and look closer at the knife, I run my finger across the blade. "I cant feel anything? Is the blade dull -" Blood starts to pool on my index finger. It runs down the blade of the knife.

I'm in shock, I didn't feel anything. Butterfly's swim in my stomach, catching me by surprise, the urge to lift my..."Clothes?" I say, "Wait, what the hell am I wearing." Embarrassment settles in, I'm wearing a mens medium, grey shirt, just covering my lower body. It had no smell. I wipe my bloody finger on the shirt, along with the knife. I wipe the knife from my chest down to about my belly button, I wipe it an excess amount of times before I snap back.."Huh?"I..what, how..WHAT??" I had the knife pointed at my stomach, blade first, my hands on the handle, I start to sweat, I huff and huff "w-what the f-fu-".

I go silent...but my ears start to ring... "Plip..plip...plip plip", blood starts running down my legs, a lot of blood, I had unconsciously stabbed the 3 inch knife into my small and large intestines, "uuuhh...mmm", I huff and my vision goes blurry, I'm freaking out..."w-w-what do i-i do," panick settles in, I realise what has happened, "o-oh shit, oh shit, shit, shit, shit." I pull it out, blood seeps into my shirt at a rapid speed, the floor becomes coated in thick, shiny, red blood.

I step back slipping in my own blood, the knife falls out my hand, and lands behind me, right where I'm about to land, "Oh FUC-...", " g-guuuhhh, uuuhh, hic....hic uuhhhmm hic". "Huh?" I think. "What?" I had landed on the knife. The knife had landed face up in which my back fell right into the blade.

My body slid down the last few inches of knife. Im sobbing . The pain is unbearable, but im so confused, puzzled. What in the wattpad story? How the hell did it land upright??? My vision slowly fades away, leaving me with utter confusion.

"I-i think...t-the knife took o-offence t-that i said a-america is u-utter s-shit....but -im n-not taking that b-back..*GASP* "Huff, huff," I slowly exhale...i opem my eyes. I'm sitting on a cold, white tiled kitchen, and my vision becomes prolonged...

Thank you for reading.

-FujoshiBat or Rita

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