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Valentine's day goes horribly wrong....
"911, state your emergency...” Answered the woman on the other side of the phone line. My blood stained hand trembled as it attempted to keep the phone against my left ear while my other hand was pressed against the multiple stab wounds on my stomach in an effort to stop the copious bleeding. My breathing was slow and frantic as my lungs struggled to keep working. I opened up my mouth, blood spewing out, forcing myself to speak or at least utter a noise but I couldn’t seem to do it.

“Hello? Is there anyone there?” The woman asked in feign worry. She would think that there was no emergency and then hang up on me if I didn’t hurry to answer her. The dark red blood gushing out of my body and the horrid pains I felt throughout my body reminded me that if I didn’t get her to send help here right away, I would die. We would both die if I couldn’t do anything about it.

“H..Help.” I was finally able to mutter but weakly and terrified. “Please, help us.” The phone suddenly slipped from my ear as my body collapsed to the stained carpeted floor. I nearly screamed from the pain but I managed not to. Quickly, I placed the phone back up to my ear just in time to have the woman reply to my plead.

“Are you alright?” She asked with some concern. I somehow got on my knees and crawled over to the wall and leaned against the wall to support myself so I could sit up. I looked down at myself to discover even more gory wounds. In my stomach, there were six stab wounds and they were large ones. In each of my legs were about three slashes and my shoulder blade was nearly torn and ripped. Each wound was inflicted by a pickaxe. And my mouth, it was bleeding from having my face slammed up against the sharp edge of the coffee table four times, which caused severe bleeding and pain but no teeth were lost.

“I was attacked! He broke into my house and…tried to kill me and my boyfriend!” I exclaimed into the phone, tears streaming down my face, mixing in with the dark red blood that had been splattered all over me. It was my boyfriend’s blood. Johnny… Oh Johnny!

I left the support of the wall and made my way over to Johnny’s slaughtered body. There were stab wounds in his back, stomach, leg, and arms. One of his eyes had been gouged out by the pickaxe that our attacker, a miner, used on us. There was not one inch on his body that wasn’t covered in the thick red substance. Weakly and shaking with fear, I leaned over to him to see if he still had a heartbeat. When I discovered that he no longer had one, I screamed uncontrollably.

“Are you alright miss? Tell me what happened.” The woman replied.

“My boyfriend, he killed my boyfriend! He’s dead! He killed him! Oh…!” I cried hysterically. I couldn’t believe it. Johnny, the man that I was more than in love with, was dead now. He was going to propose to me tonight, ask me to be his blushing bride and I would’ve said yes. I would’ve done anything for him. How could this happen? Why was this happening to me? Why wasn’t it me who died instead of him?!

“Do you have any wounds?” The woman abruptly asked me.

“I’m stabbed all over my body and he…he…tore and ripped at my left shoulder blade with his pickaxe. I’m bleeding really badly. There’s too much blood. It won’t stop.” I explained to her, crying even more. “Please, help me. I don’t want to die.”

“It’ll be alright, miss. Paramedics will be there shortly. All you have to do is hang in there and wait for them to come. I’ll even stay on the line with you.” She said to me.

I suddenly fell down on top of Johnny’s corpse, unable to move or keep myself sitting up. The phone dropped out of my hand and landed on the floor, right near Johnny’s leg. Without effort, I struggled to get up back but I couldn’t. My body became too weak for me to have any strength left and the pain was so blinding and unbearable now that it just about paralyzed me.

“Hello? Hello? Are you still there?” The woman seemed to be yelling into the phone now, wondering if I was still alive and on the line with her. With whatever strength I had left, I used it to move my hand and wrapped my arm around Johnny’s body. He felt cold and sticky. My head lay upon his chest and I stared at him as my eyelids became too heavy for me.

This was it for me. I could feel it. I could see the darkness engulfing me into an unknown abyss and no matter how hard I fought against going there, my eyes wouldn’t stay open. I was losing the battle. I felt tired physically and I was okay with that to a certain extent. Johnny’s face was the last thing I saw and thought about before I gave in to the darkness and allowed it to swallow me whole where I knew my love would be, waiting for me with open arms....
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