Slipping from the branch I was on, falling to the ground i started to think.
Doesn't your life flash before you eyes when your about to die?
It was wired all I saw was the sky and the tops of the trees I was climbing through.
So does this mean that I'm not going to die.
I start to wonder; How far the ground was, what was I going to land on. If I was to die would it be slow or quick.
All this went through my mind so quickly most people would have already hit the ground.
From the corner of my eye I saw something move. Not wanting to get hit by anything, i turned mid way to the ground and landed. Just missing a sliver blade aimed for me. Catching the blade between my foot and the ground. Looking around on high alert for the thrower of the knife.
Deming it safe at the moment I pick up the blade.
Looking more closely at the blade, i can tell who aimed it at me.
Its my brother's blade. And only one person could have thrown this blade with such aim.
"Damon"
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