We 7 Forever

Chapter 25: Tatiana

Above: Tatiana Romanov 1914

WARNING: Violence Ahead!

When i awoke i was on the floor lying in a pool of blood. I touched my throat and there was barely any blood there. I saw a knife right next to me. Oh no! They pulled the knife out and left me here to bleed out. But why? She said she wanted to turn me into the Bolshevik's Alive. When i reached back to touch my back i found it was bandaged. Why would they bandage it? "Get up" The woman said and she dragged me to my feet. "Take this" And she handed me the knife. It was cold and heavy in my cold sweat. I was shaking so much i could barely hold it properly. "Now we fight" She said with a snarl. Fight? Is she crazy? Of course she is or i wouldn't be in this mess. I wanted to look over at Anna but i couldn't. She had betrayed me. "OK." i said shakily barely able to stand from the blood loss. I waited until she came towards me and i barely sidestepped her. I was now breathing more raggedly. I looked back at my bandages and they were absolutely blood red. While i was looking at my bandages she charged me and tackled me to the ground. "Pathetic. And i thought you were the strongest out of your poor murdered family. Who couldn't even save themselves." She taunted. And this made my blood boil. I screamed and thrust her off me. She slammed into a piece of furniture and had a shocked expression on her face. "Don't ever talk about my family like that!" I yelled as i limped towards her. For the first time i could see genuine fear in her eyes. When i paused to think about what i was doing and how we could all walk away peacefully. She jumped and thrust her knife into my shoulder. In that moment i realized that this would not end in peace but in bloodshed. And before i knew what i was doing i killed her. She keeled over and her eyes went dark. For a moment i felt relieved that i didn't have to fight anymore. "Oh my God Oh my God what have i done?" i said to myself and i stumbled back into a piece of furniture looking at my hands as if they were to be stained with my remorse. I sat down on the carpet and vomited. I had just took a life oh my God. I was sick until finally my blood loss knocked me out of this horrible reality.