#WritcoStoryChallenge
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. with trembling hands I looked at the knife, my initials were engraved on it.
I looked around, I was all alone...but where?..I tried hard but could not recognise the place. A torn curtain through which wind was rushing in the small messy room. broken window panes were creaking with madness.
I tried to get up from the floor, but my body was reluctant to support me. I battled for a moment and struggled towards the door. to my horror it was locked from outside.
I turned back and saw someone standing, looking at me with stony eyes. I lifted my hand holding the knife and he also lifted his hands. his hands were holding the same knife. I looked down , he was wearing the same tattered shirt which was clinging to my body
I could see his stony eyes, were those eyes mine??
I smiled and could read the crooked smile on his lips too. we smiled at each other. I lifted the knife. and so did he.
I stabbed him, and I screamed with pain. I fell down. the knife in my hand was no more there, it was inside me and I could see the blood rushing through my abdomen..
the room started getting darker and darker and again I was all alone...