Surviving You

hey guy's 

this is my first wattpad story!

i hope to write the rest of this one day but for now it remains a thrilling short story. 

hope u like it!!!

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<3 KaraEyles.

Cold and wet, he left me to die

Drenched in my blood, I felt the life leaving my body

I know I should move, but as the pain slits my insides,

now lying on the floor

I scream,

as I pull his dagger from my heart

His promise: was to never leave me

So he sits, waiting, longing for my final breath

But I fight, I will never let it end this way

He mutters his sorrow's as his hand rises to the air once again

The shining blade, covered in blood. My blood.

I explain that this doesn't have to be.

But the words bring blood to my mouth,

Drowning.

Is this how I was meant to go?

As his unforgiving hand pushes the blade through me,

I resist the urge to scream.

But the blade forces an agonizing pain

He says he's sorry.

But I know he lies.

It's all he ever told.

My vision clouds.

My heart beats loudly,

hoping he can't hear it.

Clad that he missed.

My hand leaves his,

reaches for the dagger,

but he holds it,

saying that this is all for the better

I see the shattered glass,

broken just moments before.

It cuts my hand as I hold it.

I reach lovingly for his face,

I let my hand fall, until I'm over his heart.

He holds my hand to his chest.

Forcing the glass to enter him

I twist it.

Just like his words did mine.

His writhes in pain.

I pull the glass cutting his torso

His blood poring, from his chest

It splashes to the floor, mixed with mine

We lay, together

How he never wanted it to be

His life drains as does mine.

Neither will survive the night.

But his will to live is stronger than I thought,

After hours of lying he says that this all must end

He shakily stands. Pulling his final weapon from his drenched shirt

Directed at me. He lines his finger.

As it traces the trigger.

He tells of how it was never meant to be this way

But our love must end.

He pulls.

The shock, straight through my heart.

His final sentence.

Three simple words.

'it must be'

As the end draws near, I watch him stunned by what he has done,

He drops the gun. It lands in my hand

With a new shot of pain running through my arm,

I gather the last of my energy, I hold it to his turned back.

And yell,  'you didn't think I would leave without you?'

He turns to my voice

The bullet enters his skull

And he falls.

And my final breath

Leaves only the promise for my revenge.