Fever-hot tears ran down her face as she tried to move the knife, trying desperately to get it out of her. She wanted to keep trying, but, somehow, she knew.
She knew it was too late.
Fever-hot tears ran down her face as she tried to move the knife, trying desperately to get it out of her. She wanted to keep trying, but, somehow, she knew.
She knew it was too late.
"Stop!!" I yelled as he ran the grey shining knife down my arm.
He looked at me while holding the shiny knife dripping with my crimson blood dripping from it.