my veins, weaving life back into my body. I never died but I felt like I just came back from the dead. When I closed my eyes, another tear trickled down my cheek. I let out a relieved sigh. I was still alive. It was all a dream.
A hoarse laugh resounded beside me, but I usually sleep alone.
Before I can even turn my head to look at where it came from, the knife’s cold blade made my neck stiff. A lump formed at the back of my throat. I felt like choking. But one movement, one lethal mistake, could end me.
“Did you dream of me?”
The knife pressed closer to my skin.
“P-Please...” I managed to croak out, but it was futile.
The laugh resounded again.
“Remember death.”
How can I forget when it’s sitting right next to me?