I have been lying in this dark ally for an hour now, and I have grown more used to the pain, but it still felt like thousands of needles stabbing at once with every breath or movement.

      The cloak still stood in the corner, watching me, not moving, not speaking, just watching. I don't know what scared me more, the fact that I'm dying, or his creepy stare, which left goosebumps on my skin.

       Again I ask, "Why.....did you...do...this...to me?"

      The same laughter answered back, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

        My blood-stained fingers still tightly clutched the blood-soaked knife as if my life depended on it, but the bleeding wasn't stopping.

        Heart beats still rapidly pounded against my chest and my face pale from agony....