Our last moments together

Our last moments together

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I slowly gain consciousness. Everything is blurry. My face is pressed up against something, its a hard scratchy surface, unlike a soft pillow the maids prepare I find myself lying on a wooden floor. There's a sharp pain on my side, my fingers are throbbing in the same tempo as my heart. I can't move. I try moving my eyes to see where i am. It's pitch black. A weird smell covers the room, it smells like copper. I wipe my tongue around my lips and inner mouth. It's blood. I feel it drain from the side of my onto the floor. As I reach to feel my side, a sharp pain sensation accrues. I continue despite the pain. I feel something. A dagger.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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