Murderer
My palms were sweating
My legs aching
He yanked my hair down
As I landed face down on the dirt
My heart racing
Facing me chasing me
As i saw that silver blade
I forgot why i was even made
I got out of his grip
I felt blood on the side of my lip
He ran after me i screamed my lungs out
Now i was really at my doubt
That blade came straight for my neck...and everything went black
No one saved me or anything...i had been attacked
Something warm was touching my arm..it was a pool of blood...my own blood.
He pushed my head down to the floor as hard as he could..with a THUD...i was dead.
