as the blade slowly entered all he could think of was escape.
until a flash went off in his brain.
and changed everything.

he grabbed the handle and plunged the blade as deep and as fast as he could.
to the hilt. beyond the hilt.
til his fingers reached the crimson.

he picked up as many blades and he could.
and dove them into his flesh.
farther with every one.
twisting and turning.
just to see what would happen.

"if i die, at least it will be over.
if i live, at least it will be over."

posted by adam @ 1:13 AM