It is your eyes that stand out past the pain which has engulfed me completely. Those cold eyes that seemed so gentle when you first came into my life. I had always had an idea that blue meant safe, yet judging by my current situation I must admit I was wrong. You asked if I wanted anything before the bet was won. I think about this, looking at the chaos around me. Blood splattered against our pale walls, Toby was motionless beside me, slowly I reach out to him grasping his lukewarm hand. He was only eight, never would he know the touch of a girl, or go to his first dance, drive, he would never live again. You watch my every movement as I stroke his dark hair, staring into those perfect chocolate eyes that always had a certain brightness to them. I feel my eyes sting, more tears? Is that possible, I would have thought you had beaten all of them out of me.

My clothes are gone, I realize it's the first time guys have ever seen me naked. My thoughts wonder, what will the police think when they see all of this. I hope it's a person without a family so they do not have to dwell on the fact that Toby could have been their brother or son, that this broken girl covered in blood and bruises everywhere may have been their lover, daughter, sister, friend. I do not want them to feel bad that it was us instead of them, I want them to know that I do not blame them one bit for it. I would not wish this even upon you, despite all of the torture you and him have cause for my family I still refuse to hate you. I cannot... I should want you both dead, I shouldn't feel any compassion, yet I do. A gasp of breath leaves my mouth and I taste a hot salty metallic liquid on my tongue gagging me.

"Hello! Do you want anything?"you shout shaking me roughly. He lifts me into a chair, I cling to him out of reflex needing something solid to hold before I float away. I look into your face. How can someone my age be capable of such monstrosities? You said you've done this before? I'm not the only to suffer this sorrow? I suddenly realize what I want "I-..." My voice cracks, but you glue yours eyes to my face. You truly are beautiful, both of you. "promise me you won't do this to anyone else, kill me however you want... Just don't put another family through this. Please." You actually look surprised by my comment mouth slightly ajar. He watches me with curiosity. "So selfless... Do you know what you are even offering?" your voice calm. Always calm. My head spins as I nod. I want this. Any and all pain if I can spare another person this agony. You rise and kneel in front of me kissing me lightly on the forehead, I expect icy lips from a person with a stone heart, but they are warm and tender against my pounding head. He comes beside you and smiles also placing a kiss on my cheek so lightly I'm not even sure if he actually touched me. "You are like no other I have ever seen. I promise you are the last." You hold my hand tightly and give me a reassuring smile.

The pain comes next, hot burning pain in my back. He drags a blade across my shoulder while you punch me in the stomach. I let out a scream, but refuse to say stop. I want to fill this void you have deep inside you. I look into those eyes, your eye that both fascinate and terrify. In them I find comfort. Even though I know your promise to be false, I need to believe that I'm dying for a reason. If not to save my family then another. I cannot die knowing it was for nothing. I feel the blade break my skin, draining my life, I hear the screams and moans leave my lips, taste the blood forming in my throat, but all I see are your blue eyes.Paste your document here...