Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24881951-20140710043535

It was quite a rude awakening from my slumber. I remember being jerked back to consciousness by the cold piercing of a blade in my throat. The metallic feeling against my internal flesh was unlike any pain I had ever felt before. Even more torturous was the blocking of my airway caused by the loose blood. All the while, I can only see the shadow of my killer's face. Both his hand tightly covering my mouth and the crimson liquid filling my lungs prevent me from screaming in agony. I try flailing my arms and legs, but due to my suffocation, I do not have nearly enough energy to fight against the murderer. Tears fill my eyes as I am quickly starved of oxygen, and I knew this would be the end.

Despite the physical pain of the embedded knife and the emotional pain of my ending, my only clear thought was of how devastated she, the love of my life, would be when she hears about my passing. I loved her more than myself, enough to die for her, but this death is not of her will, so it will so tragically be in vain. Then, just as I am about to exit the world, as if reading my mind, my killer comes down to my face and whispers the last words I would ever hear: "Don't worry. She'll be joining you very shortly."  