Lover's Worst Nightmare

Lover's Worst Nightmare

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They could feel the blood pour from their open wound, warm and sticky to the touch. It soaked their clothes, giving their white blouse a wine-colored tint. There was only so much time before they would stop breathing too. Blue eyes traveled through the room, looking for something, anything, they could leave a final message on. They spotted their phone near their hand and reached for it, wishing to make one last call. Hoping to hear her soft voice and sweet laughter once more.
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Reaching my hand into the drawer, I felt around until my hand came into contact with the metal hilt. My fingers curled around the handle instinctively. I gripped the handle so hard it hurt. I could feel the tendons in my wrist snap as my knuckles turned white. I couldn't let him do that to her again. I just couldn't. I had to protect her. I couldn't just stand there still and do nothing forever. I had to act. I winced at the slight sound of the blade dragging against the wooden bottom of the drawer. Although it was more like a sibilant hiss, it sounded more like a large grating sound in my ears. My heart was pounding and my ears were ringing. I could feel my hand holding the blade tremble as I slowly drew it out of the drawer and held it to my side. I had to steel myself for my confrontation. I couldn't hide in the shadows any longer. I had to do something...anything. I couldn't be a bystander anymore. I couldn't bear that pain again. I didn't want it to be all my fault again. [Note: This is a collaborative work]

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