Final Apology (49)

Blood- thick and burgundy was congealing on the carpet. Invisible hands tightened around my neck, bringing me to my knees. It was hard to swallow, hard to breathe.

I silently begged, pleaded for him to save me; but he didn't come. 

"I'm sorry" I whispered before succumbing to darkness.

The End

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