Flashing Lights
I got this bizarre and strange idea from watching Kanye West's Flashing Lights music video. Warning: this contains graphic violence and content not suitable for minors. (I've always wanted to write a suspense story) Now my style of story starts in the middle and tends to jump around in the timeline.
May 4th, 2008 3:45 AM
Weakly grasping the grayish brown tree root with his bruised and blood stained hand, Wilson boosted himself onto the hard dirt floor of the quiet forest. The short but steep climb up the stone and root covered hill felt incredibly treacherous to Wilson, who felt the sharp pain in his body every time he exhaled from his multiple stab wounds. His usually spotless and impeccable pressed khaki suit accompanied with a ruby red tie had wet mud stains and large holes in an unorganized pattern on his slacks, while his white dress shirt was practically drenched in his own blood and sweat. There were five jagged knife penetrations in Wilson's chest; all of them which barely missed his wildly beating heart. Out of pure adrenaline, Wilson somehow made the half mile track from the location that he was attacked to a destination closer to the hope of obtaining help.
Panting loudly, he unsteadily rose to his feet, hoping that he could muster enough strength to walk through the dark woods, reach a road that many drivers would use, and find someone willing to overlook his disheveled appearance and call 911. But, he was overly ambitious as the throbbing pain in his abdomen became unbearable and the powerful hold of exhaustion overtook him. His view of the seemingly endless trees grew blurry as he pressed his now ruined shirt against the deepest wound. In only 30 seconds, Wilson lost consciousness, leaving his body limp and sprawled out on the ground.