"Why didn't you just kill me when you had the chance?" I yelled at him, throwing my arms in the air. "If you hate me so much!" Davie flared his nostrils and took a step closer, pulling the knife from his scabbard. "You want to die so badly?" He asked as he drove it into my chest. I gasped, and wrapped my fingers around the blade, cutting slits into my hand. "Fine." he said, his face twisted into a sneer.