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07-02-2009, 03:00 AM
My legs fold from under me and I fall to the ground. Catching myself with my hands, I gasp for air. I can feel blood trickling down my left arm, to my hand and spreading on the floor. My right hand tightly holding a knife, blood staining the blade. My eyes open wide in shock and the room begins to spin as panic slowly creeps on me.
"What have I done?" I think to myself. The room spins faster now and the color drains from the walls, floor, ceiling and furniture. I bring my hand up and wipe my eyes, forgetting the blood still present on it. My eyes begin to burn and I am unable to see. I scream in pain but no one hears me.
No one ever hears me.
No one wants to hear me.
I use my arms and drag my body across the floor. I need to get to water. My arm is getting numb and I can barely feel my legs anymore. My vision is of no use and I soon run into a wall. I begin to hyperventilate as more fear sets in. I feel tears roll down my face as the knowledge of my fate becomes clear.
"This is how it ends," my thoughts tell me, "blinded, crippled and unable to do a damned thing about it. And it's all your fault." My breathing has become shallow. I am unable to move my body any more. I am cold, shivering. My heart is a faint whisper in my chest. I open my mouth to cry out for help, but not even the slightest gasp escapes my lips.
The darkness finally engorges me and nary a sound remains.
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Just writing, not sure if I want this to be the ending or the beginning. I tend to "Tarantino" my stories.
"What have I done?" I think to myself. The room spins faster now and the color drains from the walls, floor, ceiling and furniture. I bring my hand up and wipe my eyes, forgetting the blood still present on it. My eyes begin to burn and I am unable to see. I scream in pain but no one hears me.
No one ever hears me.
No one wants to hear me.
I use my arms and drag my body across the floor. I need to get to water. My arm is getting numb and I can barely feel my legs anymore. My vision is of no use and I soon run into a wall. I begin to hyperventilate as more fear sets in. I feel tears roll down my face as the knowledge of my fate becomes clear.
"This is how it ends," my thoughts tell me, "blinded, crippled and unable to do a damned thing about it. And it's all your fault." My breathing has become shallow. I am unable to move my body any more. I am cold, shivering. My heart is a faint whisper in my chest. I open my mouth to cry out for help, but not even the slightest gasp escapes my lips.
The darkness finally engorges me and nary a sound remains.
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Just writing, not sure if I want this to be the ending or the beginning. I tend to "Tarantino" my stories.