Last One Standing

Last One Standing

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It was me and them, the last of us, one of us wouldn't see tomorrow's sunlight. One of us would be buried here with the rest of our friends, and I sure as hell wasn't giving up without a fight. They held a knife in their left hand, slowly approaching me. "This is your fault, you made me do this."
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Quietly, I climbed down the rope ladder and sat with my back against the tree trunk. It was cold tonight, but I didn't care. Sighing, I pulled out my pocket knife and started blindly twirling it around. Within minuets I had a new set of cuts on my finger tips, and small droplets of blood had covered the blade. The pricks of pain felt good, but I knew it was a bad idea to continue this. Still, I kept twirling the small knife in my hands, every now and then switching to my other hand. Life was so confusing now, it wasn't even funny.

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