Death+and+Life

A man comes towards me. The man plunges a knife into me. I fall back with a gasp and the blood starts to spill out of me. The man screams at me cursing my name shouting, "Evil! Evil!" I can’t breathe. I can’t speak, I can’t yell for help. The man stabs me again and more blood spills. As he leaves I leak all over the floor and start to die.

I’m dying. But as my blood starts to be sucked back into my veins a man comes by. As more and more of my blood re-enters my body the man puts his knife into my wound and pulls it out closing the gash. I still can’t speak or call for help. I can’t even breathe. But the man knows just what to do. He yells at me telling me to hold on crying "!livE !livE" The blood continues to travel back into my veins and with a gasp I stand back up. The man plunges his knife into the hole in my side and pulls it out leaving flawless taut skin. The man walks away remembered only by me.