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I saw some drops of blood on the sink. I realized it was my blood coming out of my wounded left hand. And i also realized that i was breathing in normal phase again. I dare not to look at my left hand but i was feeling another pain. As if there's something slicing through my palm. I opened my hands and a bloody blade fell on the sink. What in the world is happening, Why do i have this blade in my hands, where did it came from. I opened the shower again and I felt the icy water rush through my wounded left hand. I raised my wounded hand and the blood starts to flow down my arms, I felt dizzy as the scent of my blood reaches my nose. It won't stop bleeding the wounds are too deep. I turned the shower off and grab my towel and wrapped it in my waist. My hair and body is dripping with water while my left hand is dripping with blood. I went out of the bathroom and found a small boy standing near the door.
~to be continued ...
- by RockPunkPrince |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 06/25/2009 |
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- Title: Trapped (part 3)
- Artist: RockPunkPrince
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Description:
have you ever been trapped in you own dream? your own world? somewhere anything can happen ...
~please read the first parts, first :) - Date: 06/25/2009
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Comments (2 Comments)
- blackman556 - 06/28/2009
- awesome yet it gave me the chills. you should become a book writer
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- lucky marianna - 06/28/2009
- that part isn''t for me! It's too bloody but still that style of refusal 'I dare not to look' i'ts nice!
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