Prologue
The blade pierced into my chest shedding a thousand crimson teardrops onto the ground. As the sounds of screams echoed through out the empty room, I wondered: Had it truly been worth it? In order to save another life, would I have to give my own?
I hadn't realized that he was actually asking the questions in my head. My faintish feeling caused me to believe for a moment that they were my thoughts.
Opening my mouth slightly, I tried to respond. But my throat was still sore and swollen. Instead I gave a light nod in return.
My vision blurred and the man before me just became a grey blob. I could not see his dark green lifeless eyes or his black silk hair. I smiled.
It was funny, the only reason I didn't start laughing was because I could not speak. The truth could not be hidden; I was just lying to myself. I didn't know why though, perhaps it would make dying a little bit easier. If I believed I died for something. For someone I didn't love. But that didn't stop my body from moving. From using my own flesh as a shield, giving up all my hopes and dreams. Leaving the ones I loved and that truly loved me back, behind. I gave that all up for someone who in fact hated me, yet my body still moved.
The pools of blood around me soon vanished as the earth absorbed them, erasing their presence. As the sun fell into the horizon, my life was soon going to end.
