I lay on a cold floor in an unknown room. I don't know where I am or what my purpose of being here. I lay on the cold floor with blood spilling out of my stomach and legs. I can't move. Doctors rush to see if I'm breathing but I'm barely alive. The only thing that keeps my going is my determination to keep surviving. I know I've been through worst but this time, you almost killed me. Almost. But I'm alive still. I will find you and I will kill you. Some day I will. I swear on it.
I watch as the doctors pour something on each of my wounds. I couldn't stand the pain but I knew I've gone through worst. The doctors ripped out the knife that was left in me because you left it there. Why are you the monster I thought you were? You were there and then you turned into something else. Something I couldn't handle. And you knew I couldn't handle the pain that you brought upon me.
More blood runs through the different cuts as it all spills on the floor. The room was covered with the blood of my closest friends. The smell of death lingered within the room as the doctors tried to save me. This is the new beginning of the one you tried to end.
