The Death of Me

I sit here and I wait
Wait for the call that will never come
Realizing that I mean nothing to you
I start to play with the cuticles on my thumb

Playing leads to biting and I puncture my skin
The blood oozes down my hand
Crimson is all I see, my head starts to spin
Blood is a smell I can not stand

I faint and fall onto the floor
As I tumble into a state of unknowing
Hours pass and I slowly regain consciousness
I look perfectly fine. What the hell?

I hate the smell of blood thats all.
Strolling towards the kitchen with a cup in my hand
I turn the corner and my eyes open wide
The glass drops to the floor and my heart erratically beats in my chest like a caged lion ready to pounce

I see the man that killed my mother
"How did you get in here?" I managed to stammer
He gave no response as I fumbled through my thoughts
Trying to find something to say that would make him fear me

He slowly approached me and I felt weak at my knees
My stomach churned as thoughts of how he would kill me raced through my mind
He approached me and instead of shoving a knife in me, he grabbed me and forced me to his hot body and kissed me with so much rage I..I..

As he kissed me, mind fell into a dull, slow state
I couldn't think I was full of so many emotions
I didn't know what to do
But then the pain came as I felt the knife dig into my back

I fell to the floor and he was on top of me instantly
With yet another knife in my abdomen
The blood seeped through my shirt
I was so confused, but the light started to get brighter
I got closer and closer to the door that was finally opened
And I was finally united with my mother.