13 October 2012
Pain surged into my the side, the blade of a knife cutting deeply. I stepped back, trying to remember, recall when that knife came out of her pocket. My ponytail swooped back and fourth, my purple sweatshirt becoming a dark red on my side. With out warning, she walked over and ripped it out of my side, and swiftly walked away.
My world started to blur, pain started to take over my slightest movement. I needed to get help, I needed to call someone!
The Knife • Opuss № I