• Blood Story
    It was disgusting, it was painful, yet it was dark and beautiful. The blood that slowly trickled down my leg; it mystified me, but at the sane time it scared me. The liquid came faster.
    It was coming from my body; a red water that was essential to my life. I couldn’t help watching it flow, but I knew it had to stop.
    I was getting dizzy, and my vision was slightly blurred. A figure came over to me, a man. He told me something, and his voice sounded familiar.
    All of a sudden, I felt pressure on my leg. Something warm, strong, and firm covered my leg where the flesh had been torn open.
    The pain began to subside a little, and the pouring liquid began to slow.
    My senses came back into focus, and a white cloth had been wrapped around my leg.
    I suddenly remembered what had happened to me.
    I wasn’t happy, and my curiosity got the better of me. It was shiny, and silver with a dark blue handle, and I had four impressions where you could place your fingers for comfort and grip.
    I’d grabbed the object and examined it closely; the silver part was sharp on one side and so was the tip.
    I’d felt numb lately and I wanted to feel something, anything at all. So with my curiosity building, I drove the object through my leg.
    The feeling that I felt, was glorious.
    It was beautiful, precious pain….