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Untrue Intentions
I smelled the stench of blood as I saw the knife piercing through my heart. I could hardly breathe as I fell from my bed to the ground lying on the floor. I held my hand over the wound trying to stop the flow of blood, spilling from my body. I could not pull the knife from my heart because, for me, it would mean a faster death. I had no idea of what to do for the next few seconds but to call the one I loved most, my fiancée. As I reached for the phone, the bleeding had increased. I pressed the numbers as I slowly lay dying, thinking of what I had to say. Right when I had finished dialing, the phone started to ring like always. I began to notice that things were slowing in my vision. I heard each individual ring as each fraction of a second went by. My nerves became ever so sharp. I wondered why we had these sensations as humans. And then, I heard a man's voice answer the phone with a rough tone and he said, "Hello? Is anyone there? Hey, look buddy, if you don't have anything to say, then stop fooling around." I was somewhat shocked because of the fact that another man had picked up the telephone of my fiancée's apartment. I thought hard and tried to utter the words from my mouth but it was no use. I couldn't say anything. I heard the clicking sound of the phone hoping that he would not hang up the phone but then, I heard the constant tone. I dropped the phone beside me and began to pull the knife from my heart knowing that no one would ever care. I felt the knife pulling at the atoms of my blood. The pain was all that fueled my emotions. I drew the shape of a heart with my blood on the polished wooden floor as I had my last moments alone, as I took each breath waiting for my last.
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