Hai guys. I just randomly thought of this. Yea i randomly think of girls gettin beaten.
o.O not really...
ANNNNNYYWAY, here:
Blood.
The substance you need to live. Pumping through you. All day, all night.
Except mine wasn't. My blood we streaming down my weak body. Oozing from my wound. Deciding my fate.
Blood.
As if in slow motion, i looked down. The knife firmly lodged in my torso. Faintly my ears heard whimpers of pain.
A pool surrounded me now.
My knees gave out and the floor reached and pulled me down. Cold concrete met warm body.
Somehow the chill reached my bones.
In a trance I looked up at the smiling face above mine.
He drew out a long crowbar.
"Which hurts more, forehand, or backhand?"
Agony ripped through my body and I slowly slipped into the cold, unforgiving darkness.
Please tell me if i should turn this in a story. :)