I was on the ground, barely conscious, everything around me seemed like a watercolor painting - blurred and composed of larger stains, much like the times when I didn't wear my glasses. I reached up to touch my glasses, ensuring they were still on my face and intact.
By each inhale of mine there was a friction of air producing an irritating squeaking noise. Fear gripped me. What had happened to me? My eyes, even with the glasses, couldn't see right, and my breaths felt like they were taking the last steps of a narrow long never-ending tower.
From the start, I knew I couldn't move. After a few minutes, it began - the very thing I feared. A sharp pain, one I knew was lurking somewhere in my body, slowly revealing itself. A deep, intense pain on the left side of my stomach. With great effort, I managed to place my right hand, which I was slowly regaining control over, on my side. The pain was so severe that I couldn't tell if touching the area made it worse.
My hand felt warm. Ah... I should have guessed from the start. The somewhat familiar smell was that of blood. It was a completely cinematic and dramatic moment. If only a good camera and a keen photographer were around to capture these unique moments... Alas.... My breath squeaked.
I had completely forgotten what had led me to this state. Which kind-hearted person had done this to me? As far as I knew, my acquaintances weren't the type to use weapons, cold or hot. The doorbell rang! The sound echoed in my head, accompanied by incoherent shouts as I searched for clues. I didn't want my soul to leave without knowing the reason for this incident. The doorbell rang again!
I think this one is real! I don't know if I was accidentally near the phone and the button that opens the door... They must have come to finish the job...
