My Last Breath

boyfriend's harrasment

 I never thought it would come to this.

My life was about to end. 

I saw it in his eyes.

They were full of hate and lust.

I took a deep breath as he came slowly closer with the butcher knife.

As I felt the first ripping pain of the knife going through my skin, I remembered everything. 

He had first been nice. Treated me with respect and bought me expensive things. I thought I was in love. I guess I was wrong. About two months after we met, he started to get violent. He began to show his side of anger. He would punch me, stab me, rape me, and almost strangle me. At that point we lived together and I did not have a job. After an attack, he would leave for a week or two. During hi time of absence, I would recover. I would treat his absence like a vacation. The only problem was that I had one or two every month. 

This time it was different than other times. He didn't have any bags packed. He had sent all of his knives to be sharpened. 

I felt the warm blood run down my skin. 

It made me cringe to think of blood since I have a phobia of it.

He raised his arm intimidatingly. I brought myself closer together to protect my guts. 

He ripped my body open with the huge knife. I began to scream. I knew that someone would hear me. They had to. Someone had to get me away from this killer. 

I was so immersed in my thoughts, that I suddenly felt a cracking pain in my leg.

He had broken my femur. I let out a wail to loud. I was sure someone heard it. 

Started to kiss me to muffle my noise but it didn't work. 

He then grabbed another knife to have two knife to rip my body open with. 

I began to become used to the pain. 

But when he stabbed me in the chest, I hurt the worst. I felt my heart pump my blood out onto the floor. I had numerous bones broken. Blood and insides were all over the floor. I shut my eyes with all the pain and tried to hold it in. It seemed impossible so I left out a piercing scream that must have made him deaf.

He just stabbed harder and faster. Killing me faster and faster. 

The last place he began to stab was my face. That must have been the worst.

I considered my face the best part of my body. Just seeing a knife near my face, could have killed me. 

I knew this was the end. I started to give up. This wasn't worth the effort. I was gonna die any way. 

I let my last breath leave my body. 

And I was gone.

Author's Note

did this for a contest. I don't normally write gory stuff.

Reviews

[Hi]

Amazing, it kinda shocked me at first that you would write that kind, but that explains why...

[Magdelena]

WOW! Not really inot this kind of piece, but yours dragged me in.. I coulden't stop reading.. It was like i was there watching.. (Shudder) Intense and very deep...

Mag xx

[StoryTailor]

Hmhmhm! I wonder what contest! *smiles*
It was good. I liked it.

[Adriano]

whoaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! im not into this kind of writing but i liked i really did ....... gota hand it to u it was awsome