Draco lay, clinging to life.
Blood gushing out from his mouth, his skin getting paler and paler.
His body disintegrating into sand as his heart started to beat slower and slower until finally, it stopped completely.
Draco's eyes stayed open, bring the vision of his killer with him to afterlife to haunt him for eternity.
I felt his spirit leave, a cold rush went up my spine.
Why did I do it? Why wouldn't I?
He has done nothing but torture me and provoke me, what was I supposed to do, sit back and take it?
No.
He had pushed me to the brink of suicide, or life, or this.
It was his own doing.
His own hand slitting his throat, himself taking his life.
Maybe that would teach him that he cannot mess with me, not anymore.
Go review, this is a new thriller I was thinking about. It will surprise all of you so review and I shall continue.