The knife was sharp, sharp enough to cut bone, I had enough of this torment, I pressed the blade against my skin and began to cut, blood flowing down my arm, the knife must have pierced a vein, but at least I would die. I let out a sharp cry, a shout, I don't know what one it was, but I didn't care, the woman can back to the door, seeing the blood on the floor, and on the knife.
She came in, grabbing my arm, telling me to stop cutting my arm. "No, I will not stop, isn't this what monsters deserve, death, well this is mine," I pushed her away, and cut even more, taring through flesh and veins. She got back up, grabbing my arm again.
"Stop Qarunth, there is still more to life."
"Like what. Nobody can see me, nobody cares about me, so this is why I am cutting." The king was now at the joint at my elbow and still I was not dead. I took the knife away, blood dripping from the blade. If that didn't kill me, them a knife to the chest. I turned the blade around so it was facing me, all it took was one stab. And so, the knife was driven into my heart, I fell to the floor, still alive but slowly dying, blood swimming around me, blood slowly carving it's way down my mouth, that familiar taste of blood, I hope it was the last, the woman grabbed me, telling me to hold on. I looked at her, the light fading from my eyes and my vision blured...
Don't be worried, I am fine, although this story is based on me I am alright. This chapter may be a bit short due to I don't know what to write. Thank you to eternal sugar rush, shadowthekhajiit and inkyacidpuddle for all the surport.
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Last Highway Man
FanfictionQarunth, a wrath highway man, steals his way to the top but karma has it's prices. His debt is due , and he must pay the price
