For Worse, Or Better?

He was coming for me. My back was pressed to the sink while I listened to the coin unlocking the bathroom door from the other side. The gold handle shaped like a rose twisted as his yelling became louder. I didn't look at the boy I was sure I never loved although I saw flashes of the knife still dripping in blood. My blood. The sight made my leg swell as the cut sent a new wave of pain through my body. I had given up. I could no longer hear the yelling, I couldn't hear the sound of the knife hit the freshly stained tiled floor although I saw it drop. Then I saw myself drop and the floor hit my face. I knew it had happened, I knew it like I always knew it would end like this, but I felt nothing. All that was left to ask myself was "why me?"