Juliet's POV
Seconds felt like hours, minutes felt like years and hours felt like an eternity. An eternity of excruciating pain. The place in my chest where the knife had impaled me felt like it had been crushed by what could be one thousand double decker buses filled to the brim with obese men and women. Every second felt it was getting harder to breathe and all of the oxygen in the room was being sucked out by a giant vacuum.
Dying sucks.
It's not like anything I could have ever imagined. It is like an outer body experience inside my dead, broken, limp body which was just holding me like a tomb. To me I was thrashing around, banging and screaming, trying to grab at the air and force it into my lungs but I knew that I wasn't moving. That I was just laying there, bleeding and dying.
Da
