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February 4, 2016
By Jennarae BRONZE, St. Helens, Oregon
Jennarae BRONZE, St. Helens, Oregon
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What do you mean?

What have you done? 

I couldn't breathe. Fear, restricting my lungs from and sort of air flow and creating a sickness in the pit of my stomach. Tears stayed in my eyes blocking my vision.

Who are you?

Why'd you do this?

The metallic taste of blood came from the back of my throat, working it's way between my taste buds, engulfing my tounge and teeth in the sweet hot liquid. Slick, Smooth coating over my entire mouth.

Why didn't you say anything?

Why didn't you tell me?

You removed your blade from between my ribs, cracking one as it glided out. I looked into your dull eyes. No regret, no emotion at all. I stumbled back, surprize took me so fast. I lost, you won. But that's how it always ends, isn't it?

Why did you hurt me?

Who are you?



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on Feb. 5 2016 at 8:43 pm
KayeIsWriting SILVER, Oxford, Alabama
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Favorite Quote:
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself!" - Franklin Roosevelt

This is good. It's vague, but it's vague to the point that we can finish off the story in perhaps the villain who has stabbed the victim's point of view. I like it.