"The knife belongs to me."
He stepped closer to me, and I stepped away, my back hitting the wall as I realized there's nowhere left to run.
"Give me the knife, and you will live," he demanded, closing the space between us with ones step. His hand brushed mine, and I looked up. He stared at me, for once second getting distracted.
"Then take it." I stabbed the knife into his stomach, pressing it deeper until there was no blade visible. He gasped, falling to his knees before falling onto his side. He gave a weak cough, sending blood splattering onto the pavement in front of him.
"The knife was never yours. You could never wield its power." I ripped the knife from him as he gave one last scream and the life faded from his eyes. I walked out of there, never looking back at the body of my former friend.
The summer breeze blows through her auburn hair the sun shines in her face
Her eyes are like the sky, yet they hold no clouds they shimmer in the light
we dance, her arms around my waist and mine on hers rays of sunlight shine down around us
the world is quiet, even the breeze dies down as her face gets closer to mine
To let your heart belong to someone is always a choice But to let someone break your heart without using your voice Is not what it means to belong to someone Giving your heart away should be able to be undone
When your heart belongs to someone it doesn't mean they can do whatever they want with it and you can't say a thing always remember you have a say in what goes on, you're not someone's property
Blood seeped from her skin I watched life drain from her eyes her colorless face
she took her own life her body slumped to the ground she had no heartbeat
i couldn't believe that she no longer had life death pulled her down
tears fell from my eyes I hugged her body, it was all becoming real
"It's not about how much we've lost, it's about how much we have left"
I've lost a lot friends, family, and more i think about this phrase when will I ever swim to shore
What do I have left? A friend? I have one this makes me realize my internal war is done
she holds the heavens in her heart she gives me a brand new start
she is my sanity my best friend she keeps me hopeful for the end
"5 minutes to convince me not to." The gun was pointed at my head. "The timer starts now."
"Well, I, for one, didn't do anything. I merely walked in at the wrong moment, and-"
"Cut the crap." she turned to face me, the gun still pointed at my head.
"Okay. I'm not gonna treat you like some evil villain. You're a kid. What're you, 12?" I said. She cocked the gun.
"Wrong answer. You're down to a minute for that remark," she responded. "I'm 18."
"Fine. What do you want?" I asked.
"I want you dead." Her voice shook, giving away her uncertain
"Then shoot me."
She had her finger on the trigger, and I could see her hands shaking. A tear rolled down her cheek. "10 s-seconds," she stuttered.
I waited.
"9."
My breath was calm, my lungs steadily rising and falling.
"8."
She didn't even ask if I had any last words.
"7."
Well, maybe the five minutes was my chance for my last words.
6."
Maybe she's waiting til one.
"5 seconds left. Wanna try and talk your way out of it?"
She tried her best to make her voice sound firm, I could tell.
"4."
More tears were falling, dripping off of her chin.
"T-three."
"T-two"
She couldn't say one. She fell onto her knees, the tears continuing to fall into the concrete floor. I broke the ties holding me down.
"I'll see you around. Maybe third times a charm." I walked out, her sons echoing behind me.
