You walk around watching you back making sure you keep yourself safe but oddly enough sometimes the knife can be closer then you think, if you take one step back you will start to scream as you feel the sharp edge penetrating the surface of your skin. It goes in deeper, your blood comes out dripping as you scream in the terror that your facing a tear starts forming in your eye. You ask yourself is this the end of your life is this how its going to be, to be killed on the side of the street but that was just the beginning of this story.
You decide to turn your head to the heartless one, the person you see knife in their hand. Their hand held the knife with a tight grip ready to twist it in a split. The satisfaction in their face showing pure release of a weight. A burden they have carried through all the days, the memories and moments gone, thrown paway. Shocked by the words that came out of their mouth "i've been waiting along time to
do this" you were holding your breath as you wondered what you could have possibly done to hurt some you care for that much then you realise before your fate comes to an end she was never your best friend.
