HAZEL
A sharp, hot pain rang through my arm, and it was then I realized what I had just done. The shard of broken plate was still infused in my hand, and slowly, a red crimson liquid began to pool out from the wound.
Drop, by drop, my blood formed a large pool on the floor.
It felt like my life force, was being sucked out of me. All the muscles in my body grew weaker, and weaker. Cold seeped in and my vision began to tunnel. I stretched my hand out to the guards, who were still chuckling in front of me.
“H-Help me,” My voice quaked.
This was a bad idea. How did I think slitting my wrist was a good idea? All I wanted was Killian’s attention, was I going to lose my life over him?
More blood pooled out of my arm, and my body was growing weaker by the second. My vision blur
