Back stabber
i run. I'm afraid to look back to see whats chasing me. each step hurts as my bare feet crunch over icy snow. my lungs feel as if they are about to collapse. in the distance there is a large obscure building. placed in the middle of nowhere. as odd as it seems i sprint for door is frozen, unable to budge. tears well up in my eyes as i face reality. Fear. Hate. Sorrow. I hit the door with a hard punch and it opens. Only stairs. I run up each flight hoping to put some distance on my end. at the end of the twelve flights of stairs there's a door. Painted red. I open it to discover a roof, to my discouragement. i step to the edge and sit down. now sobbing, i hear the door open. An eerie creek leads my brain to tell me its all over. There stands, the person i least think would do this. my best friend. There he holds a knife already stained with that crimson sorry that came from someone Else's body. An evil smirk forms on his face. I stand up ready to bear the pain. My back toward the ground so i don't see the doom ahead of me. he comes running full force for me and with one easy slice he tears though my stomach. i fall back and glide slowly down twelve stories of building. it gives me a chance to think of all the things i could have said and done but never got the chance to. I remember everyone must die- memento mori