Last thoughts are supposed to be deep, right? Epic and profound, the culmination of your life. Well, not that my life had really amounted to anything. I had just messed everything up.
I knew I was going to die. How could I not know, with that dark look rising in his eyes, the growing pain in my leg, the force of him holding me down? I was terrified and hurt. I didn't really want to think anymore, just let the terror take over and carry me away. But still. Some strange quirk kept me thinking.
So. I need to have a last thought.
my skull isn't the only thing he's breaking.
I would have chuckled derisively at that incredibly stupid last thought, but like I said, I was trying to just let the fear take over.
I whimpered, shifting slightly. "You're hurting me."
"I know."
Who is this? This isn't my Gabriel, this dark and sinister man with murder in his eyes. Ironically, our laced fingers were still doing weird things to my stomach, even though I knew it was just to keep me pinned down.
breaking, broken.
Here is comes. His hand lets go of mine and he getting ready to do it again, to split, to creak, to break my skull.
I won't scream. I swear, I won't scream this time.
His eyes go black, darkest dark black. The pain starts. I close my eyes, tenced up and focus on my last thought.
i loved you, i loved you, i love you.
I moan, but I don't scream. I feel the blood drip down my forehead.
i love you, i love you, i lo…