He wanted her to die. That sadistic bastard, this was his 10th girlfriend. He slit the sensitive vein on her throat with a fine army knife. The blood spurted from the slit. There was shock in her eyes and mirth in his. She sat on the floor holding her bleeding throat, life floating in front of her eyes. Slowly, she closed her eyes with her palms tightly holding the slit wound.
With a smile on his face and a humm on his lip, he came to her and said "Good bye, my dead bird" and he scoured her blood on the floor and opened the main door, started his car and drove off.
She opened her eyes, she was in pain but not dead yet as he assumed. She limped her way out. A few college kids saw her bleeding and called the cops & the ambulance. She was tentative of what was going on around her. Her vision was blurring, amidst the crowd she saw a familiar mean smile.
She tried to say something, but her voice cord was slit, and she fainted.
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She opened her eyes, she was in pain but not dead yet as he assumed. She limped her way out. A few college kids saw her bleeding and called the cops & the ambulance. She was tentative of what was going on around her. Her vision was blurring, amidst the crowd she saw a familiar mean smile.
She tried to say something, but her voice cord was slit, and she fainted.
This post is written for Three Word Wednesday - 493
I hope she got to hospital survived and named him as her attacker. great story.
ReplyDeleteI am sure she survived, but im not sure if she would reveal his name, or does he even have a real name.
DeleteThanks for dropping by Sheilagh :)