The Hunter

My thoughts escaped me, as I spewed chunks on to the floor. Hands pulled my hair back, and I jolted up to find a pair of brown eyes. I was transfixed by them, they were simple eyes that had me lost in them. She said something but I was too far gone to comprehend. I was too lost in her eyes to feel the blade pierced my heart.

Until blood dripped from my mouth I didn't notice a thing. With a shaky hand, I reached up to touch it. As my other hand voluntarily went to the blade. Looking back up at her, her eyes flashed supernatural colors. My body was too busy trying to survive to do anything. My vision is escaping me, going in and out like bad phone reception. I had never felt such a searing pain before, and it burned. I could feel the life pouring out of me. My body growing weak, my heart beats waning on, struggling. I knew it was only a matter of time.

I had fallen on the floor, the hard and cold concrete. But the pain was a paper cut compared to the knife. I couldn't see the real world anymore, it all seemed as if it didn't exist. So when I watch my abuser fall to the ground I couldn't respond, I just watched.

I watched as the light faded from her eyes, as the blood spilled out. Draining her of all life. She stared deep into my eyes, that color remained. It seemed sinister if it had bad intentions. It reminded me of the kind of nights you regret.