"911 what's your emergency" the woman spoke in his ear.
"My girlfriend tried to kill me and the knife went into her" he rambled.
"Sir calm down help is on the way" she said and he waited.
He felt like he had done bad. But he would have died.
He was grabbed and soon knocked out by a smell of a cloth.
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Poison Ink
Teen FictionA drop of ink printed into an arm. A drop of blood falling from her hand. Nothing moves. He screams. No one hears. He's alone. Love is extinct. He's done.
