A Case Of Murder
-This one is inspired and influenced greatly by Maroon Cross.
Sorry in advance for the way in which this is written, I wrote this (and a little more, coming soon) for an English "Creative Writing" Exam. I only had an hour and I have tried to refine it since then.-
Miku
You are walking, quite slowly, through the park. Gripped in your hand is the hand of your lover, you look up at her and smile at how the sunlight brings out the pink colour of her hair. As you reach a bench. Luka runs ahead to sit down. You continue walking over to the bench until you are a few feet away. She smiles and pats the seat beside her, beckoning for you to sit.
As you go to do this you feel a pain in your chest and hear a sound similar to that of a whip. She looks up at you, her mouth wide in a look that portrays horror and shock. You crumple at her feet, your long turquoise hair billowing. You lay there, your vision slowly blurring and fading, all colour seeping slowly out. You look up at her, why was she moving in slow motion...?
It is then you realise...Your dying.
"Luka?" you try to say, but as the blood fills your lungs all that escapes is a small gurgle.
She now kneels beside you, her hand gripping yours once again, she is sobbing, she knows too.
You can feel your final seconds approaching.
"L-Lu-Luka...I- I love you..."
Again the blood in your lungs prevents you from making a sound, but she knows exactly what you tried to say.
"MIKU! NO! " She screams at you.
You shut your glazed over eyes for the last time.