One Hundred and Thirty Eight

Fallon

Pulling the blade from my chest. My lungs quickly expand, desperate to suck in some oxygen after what had just happened.

The wound above my heart, knits itself together, removing almost all trace of nearly being stabbed to death. All that was left was my blood soaked top.

For just a single moment, I was afraid to move. Afraid to look at the damage she had done.

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