The Chase- Part 4 Knife in hand. Ready for the death. He takes every step as slowly as he can- as if he's trying to inflict more pain than what is to come. I can see it in his eyes- he's won this time. There's no escape. Standing directly above, he does what he has been waiting 10 years to do- he takes the knife and stabs it straight into the centre of my heart. I scream. No-ones around to hear my cries. I roll around on the floor writhing in pain. He just observes- proud of what he has done. My school uniform; soaked in blood. I scream again. The pain was unendurable, torturous and excruciating. He walks away. Visions, sounds and senses become unrecognisable. The last memory I have is being held in my best friends arms as I take my final breaths.
