Thursday throw out!

Welcome once again to the Thursday throw out. It is becoming increasingly harder to find things to post for you to read, since i have been focusing so hard on muse. I know little about editing and am crazy bad at it. Also, I decided to change it from the adult version to a more YA version, because I feel it will be able to attract a wider audience base. In the back of my mind I was hoping that one day someone might turn it into a feature film. Who knows, I doubt that will happen, but it would be cool.

So I am bringing you another piece of my concept this evening with the hopes that I will have some new material next week that will be fresh to me!

CONCEPT



 I remember waking from a momentary blackout and finding myself alone, save for the guy with the knife sticking out of his chest. He was breathing sporadically, his eyes darting around but seeing nothing. I moved toward him to try to offer help, but could not seem to apply pressure to his wound. His eyes fell on me in a panicked look, just before he drew his last breath.
I guess I should have figured out what was going on when his eyes shot back open and his hands wrapped around my throat. Unfortunately, I was too preoccupied to notice that the knife was gone from his chest. When I tried to pull away his eyes caught something behind me and he blanched. Releasing me, he scrambled to his feet fleeing.
I watched my attacker run toward the exit of the cavern in a panic. He stops dead just before the mouth of the cave and wheels back around. I follow his gaze over my shoulder, finally realizing what made him flee to begin with. My lifeless body lies in a puddle of my own blood, right next to his.
 
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 Well that is it for this week, remember to like, share and comment!! Till next week!!

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