Pain
Pain. It's all I felt on that day. The feel of a knife, plunging deep into my stomach. The tearing of my organs, the sound of my blood all flowing to one place. The feel of it changing colour. The cold blade growing warm under the frantic beating of my heart.
The evil of his eyes, the black man with white hair. The way he looked at me with such hatred, like I'd done everything wrong. I've done nothing wrong. Nothing that I would know, nothing that held any logic.
I heard the gasp of the man I loved. They way tears filled his eyes as he screamed no. No, Alaizabel, no. Don't die, Alaizabel, stay with me. I love you, Alaizabel, I love you so much. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
I didn't do much after that.