Beautiful Death

Blood slowly drips on the floor. The wound slowly gets larger as the knife goes further into my chest. Judging by the look upon her face she was not that pleased on what she was doing. Slowly more and more tears fill her face as she continues to push the blade through my chest out my back. I could not blame her for being upset, but I knew that she wouldn't be able to live with herself knowing that she had killed a man. She yells in pain which I couldn't fully understand. I was the one she was killing and yet I was incredibly quite. The ropes that hoisted me to the chair were now not as strong, allowing me to move my hands. With both hands I grab the knife by the blade as is continues to sink threw. My hands drip blood as now I begin to try. The thunder booms louder than before. The storm must be drawing closer. Now blood also drips from my hands as I slowly grab her hair and begin to pull. Handfuls of hair now fall to the ground as I try to grab more. She bleed from her head, from where her hair was pulled, the knife goes further into my chest. Nearly piercing my lung, I grab her wrists and try to pull them back, I tighten my grip around her wrists and begin to pull the blade out from my body. Her heals glide across the floor as another thunder booms. This one much, much closer. I begin to release my grip from her arms. She continues to push the blade threw me. I begin to except death. In only a few moments I feel as sting entering my back as the smell of blood fills the room. I watch myself fall to the ground with the knife going straight threw my body. I notice the sun coming out from the storm clouds as it begins to rain. Was this the end of me? No. I see the front door go flying in. Police shoot the woman on site. She falls to the ground. Her spirit and mine now grab each others hand and slowly float off to heaven. The sun shines upon our faces and the rain falls like blood from my stab or her bullet wounds. She looks at me, as I turn to her. She kindly smiles at me and glances up. I smile back, but she hadn't seen. I also glance up as our spirits go faster, on their way to heaven with the sun shining on our faces and the rail falling in such a dramatic way. This truly was a beautiful death.