No no no no no no!! This can not be happening to me; trapped in a basement with some man pointing a knife at my throat. How did I get here?!
Oh, yea I remember know ugh why would I do that?! The man who very obviously has some issues throws the knife just inches from my face. I flinch a little as he comes a little to close to my face, Rancid breath to.
A cold knife is pressed just below my ribs. I struggle a little at first till my blood trickles down. One shaky breath later the now warm knife plunges into my stomach.
My body shakes but maybe it was more of a rattle, And my only regret was the struggle I put up before I died it would have been so much easier if I would have just let go. I got the same results anyway
ESTÁ A LER
Short story's by me!
ContoJust short story's I always come up with these and just thought it would be fitting to share them.
