Mortem

by jhpbrony4life

Rating: everyone
Tags: Comedy, Random, Adventure, Human
Length: 335

I live in Alaska and go to a small school in Valdez (Val deez). I can see things that nobody else can't and I am always exited for tomorrow.

I live in Alaska and go to a small school in Valdez (Val deez). I can see things that nobody else can't and I am always exited for tomorrow. My life is awesome and I don't want it to end. Mortem in Latin for Death.and he literally.came knocking at my door.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-23 05:40:57 UTC

Departure

     I am in 8th grade in George H. Gilson Middle school. I like alot of music and can name alot of artists and songs. I have a major crush on someone. I can see things that others can't. I found this out one day late in my 8th grade year.

     I turned to see a hooded figure walking toward me. No one else was looking at him even though he had a knife pulled and was staring intently at me. Well shit. I have quite a bit going for me and I don't fell like dying.

"Um. Ben, can you see him?" I pointed at the figure.

"Trevor? Of course I can see him."

"I thought so." I handed him a note." In case." He gave me a confused look and shrugged. I turned back to see the man closer.

"Shut." I turned and ran into the building. "Hey Linnea..." she turned back to me.

"Yeah."

"I'm probably going to die anyway so, what the he'll..." I kissed her for a while and let go as she looked shocked. I remember hearing a few gasps an a couple whistles. I turned once more to see him looking back now only a couple feet away.

"Shut!" I ran as he picked up his pace. Throwing a couple chairs in his way. Searing pain went into my arm. Another in my stomach. Pulling out the knife in my shoulder I looked back at him. All I could think of was to end his life. I heard screams.

He approached within melee distance. He shoved the knife in my stomach further and I slit his throat. My mind went numb and I started to slip. Linnea ran into view and started.to say something. I couldn't quite comprehend what and all I could hear was ringing. I couldn't think at all.

"What?" She tried applying pressure to my wound.

"Keep talking don't go to sleep." I could barely make it out and even barely comprehend.