STOP

by Ana   Dec 8, 2004


I am walking home in the middle of the night
I am so god dam tired so i take a short cut
A dark figure comes out of the shadows
He trusts me to the ground
He grabs my neck and my eyes tear up
I cannot breathe
I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and his hand releases me from his clutch
I wait for the air to come rushing back to me but it never does
My heart is racing
I look at my stomach
It is covered in blood
I look beside me and there lays i knife covered in blood
I scream the loudest i can but as i scream the pain grows stronger
I try to stand up but i cannot
my legs and arms shiver and my face shakes
I cant see properly
I feel stiff and my heart goes up even more
I cannot take this pain
I try with all my might and reach for the knife
I hold it to my neck
My hand barely keeping steady
As i slit my throat the last thing i hear is an ambulance and people screaming "STOP!"

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