I'm not sure how many hours passed.
My vision came back to me, but it was blurry. I was going to die of blood loss if I didn't do anything.
I needed to stop Alicia, and whatever she had planned. I knew it wouldn't end good.
I didn't have to add Alicia on the list of people I had to retrieve from the other side.
I lean up from the ground, a shock of pain running up my waist. I couldn't feel my legs.
I use my arms to lift me from under, the desk digging further into the gashes it created. I clench my teeth, holding back my howls.
Why would she do this to me?' I shake my head, if she wanted to join my year walk this bad she should've just told me.
Almost out, I glance down at my legs. All that is left is my feet underneath, and I heard them being crushed with every movement.
I cry out.
Luckily, I slid out from the wetness of my blood.
Unluckily, as soon as I try to squat up, I notice a raw gash on both of my thighs, luckily it seemed to miss my artery.
I use the coat rack as I crutch and push myself, with all my damned might, to the old, ugly couch.
I rip that same green scarf I wore this morning, so it's enough bandage to stop the bleeding from both wounds and I sit there.
I didn't care anymore. I'm okay, I'm alive. Hell, the girl who tried to kill me left to go to her death sentence.
Who am I to try to stop her?
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Year Walk
FantasyLike a primal look into a crystal ball, a widowed father, Ace, will undertake a ritual on the last day of the year when the veil of reality was believed to be at its weakest. It was an extreme measure at best, because it brought him into direct cont...
