Why?.. Do I always mess things up?..

The thoughts echoing through your head, every single part in your body aching. The thick red liquid running down your face... dripping onto your shirt. The city laid in ashes... bodies everywhere... and the only sound that filled the silence was the footsteps of Mamushi. His crazy eyes lingered on the bloody knife in his hand as he flipped it... getting closer...

*He stooped infront of you, crouching down, and smirked. His eyes wandered to the wound in your stomach... he looked back at you and grabbed your jaw... pulling you closer... his lips millimeters away from yours...