I stepped slowly through the forest grass, gently stroking over each thin blade. Perhaps I was too calm, too calm on the day I died. Even today I still remembre the pain.
I slowly stalked through the overgrown vegetation of the forest floor. I looked to the sky, almost looking for answers. The sky told me nothing besides the fact it would be best to turn around.
I ignored it. What was I supposed to expect.
I slowly stepped into a clearing. It seemed harmless, only trees and grass.
You never expect horrible suprises, until after when I realized the signes were there all the time. The shrub in the corner shuddered.
A tall man with blond hair and covered with blood stepped out.
A clear serial killer.
My eyes bulged out of my head as he pulled a jagged knife from his pocket.
The clearing went silent as I imagened the pain that knife will bring me.
I fell to the ground in shock. On my hands and knees, I looked into his deep blue eyes. Hoping he would take pity.
I have absolutely no idea why I even thought of that, I was just desperate.
His only responce was a sinisterly evil grin.
He pushed me so I fell on my back, an easy target. The knife flew back on the back swing. Then quickly flying forwards. I could almost hear the tear of my flesh. I treid not to scream, but that was mission impossible. I screamed so loud it rung through the whole forest, the birds called out in warning as they fled for safety.
My scream felt forever lasting. I finally ran out of breath, as a habbit I went for more. He smiled at me as I strugled for air.
"Good bye," he laughed as my head fell to the ground.
I could feel my blood pooling on the forest floor. Drowning me in death.
My eyes futtered as I struggled to keep them open.
Every thing went black.