Drip! Drip!

Grisly trickles of redness crackled through my skins like a venomes snake approaching a prey. The thin line between life and death was before me - I could sense necrosis approaching, heading towards me as I saw the blankness and heard the silence that was around me. The memory of my childhood surfaced as I dropped low on the floor.

It was supposed to be a loving morning; not a bleak start and the end of my inspiring life. I had been giving my best for last 15 years - studing, socializing, and most importantly improving my dancing skills. 

"You made me do this!" a cold, shivering and frightened voice echoed through my ear as I caught glimpse of a dreadful man who was currently pointing a sharp knife towards my direction. His hands which held onto the knife were like the thin air around me, both gloomy, and frigtening terrifying. 

"Arrgh"

My pain which amounted to agony made me groan as I immediately comprehended the simple puzzle. I was about to die and there was nothing I could do.

Well, it was all my fault. To expect to lead a perfect life was impossible; not even gifted person would be arrogant as to think they were living a perfect life.

End of the story---