I feel confused and lightheaded.
I am aware that my breath is slow and steady
and I am becoming colder.
My vision is becoming less and less.
I look around.
All is dark.
I feel a trickling sensation and I look.
A deep, red liquid is sliding across my wrist
and dripping onto the floor.
I am suddenly aware of what is happening.
I am dying, but what's worse is that I don't want to.
But I don't know how to stop it.
I notice someone sitting next to me.
I cry for help; he doesn't respond.
I look up at his face and see that it is covered in tears;
eyes filled with remorse and sorrow.
Something shiny catches my eye and I glance down.
In his hand is a blade covered with the same dark red liquid that is on my wrist.
I slowly realize what he has done, but I don't know why.
I try to speak, but my mouth has suddenly gone dry.
He just stares at me with shining eyes.
I look back at him, longing for an answer.
He does not reply.
And my vision is cut off,
as I leave the world,
and I will never know.