The Beloved Valentine

"Shh."he said stroking my hair with a smile on his face.

  I looked up only to see mid piercing eyes looking into my soul. I knew this was the end, I just couldn't believe it; I couldn't adjust to how it had gotten this far. I finally looked up to see gallons of blood oozing off my body. I didn't know if it was mine or not, nor did I want to, because my number one priority as of this moment was to make it out of here alive.

  I gasped for breath as he looked at me with awe in his bloodshot eyes. I didn't realize I was crying, but quickly found out as my face got cold when he started to blow on my face.

   "It's a shame darlin, we would have been fun." he said as his gaze lead to a smirk, his smirk lead into a laugh, and his laugh lead to a screaming gallop to lead let the final giggles if his joke out. But I could tell he was forcing it, and he wouldn't let it go.

(A few hours later)

  I woke up to realize what I had envisioned a moment ago was just a horrible dream, but found myself struggling to get up. "Shh, don't fight the pain." a man laughed as he looked at me from across the room. All I could see was his eyes, because he was peaking at me through a cracked, squeaky door from across the room from where I saw him before.

  I look up to see mounds of blood falling off of me, and just like my dream, I wasn't ready to figure out. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." he chuckled with a smile as he danced around the room towards me in a ballerina/swan type of way. I realized he was getting pretty close by the second, so I did what any typical Russian American would do at that time.....I tried to reason with the man. But that was when I came face to face with reality. I was going to die in the next three seconds.