He came i left he fallowed and i ran i tryed to run but couldn't escape i knew the the gun he had in his hand i ran i flew down the stairs out the door i turned to stand waiting for him to come visit me he walked right by i stood i drew he heard and drew the blood it flew spraying red rivulets all around his half dead body falling to the ground the blade it was sharp i knew it i took it to his chest finding the spot between this ribs i shoved it home his body jerked it didn't missed it came out his back i felt the blade bite into the ground he never even made a sound i drew it out wiping it on his shirt then down at the bottom of his ribs i made a cut i slid my hand inside his chest and took a hold of his half beating heart and tore it out of his chest he would never hurt any one again i would never see him except in my dreams
