Perception of Life

Spittle dripped from her pale, cracked lips with flecks of blood intermingling as she pitched forward from the blow to her back. Her head whipped backwards and her eyes widen with shock as the pain travelled up and down her spine. She sucked in air with a final gasp that ended with a high pitched scream echoing through the dark alley that she had been chased down. Her pursuer let out a toxic cackle and smiled upon her with malicious intent.

'This is it' she thought devastatingly, 'this is the conclusion of life'. The saliva and blood from her mouth seeped into the grimy concrete that she was sprawled across. The attacker wrapped his hand around a fist full of hair, using it as leverage to pull her head up and look into her eyes before he made the final blow. She whimpered with fear as she looked into his beady, dark eyes that she could have sworn were tinted red with bloodlust. He sneered at her pitiful face before reaching his other hand into the air with a shiny, silver glint. Quickly, he sliced through the pale skin of her neck and watched the red liquid ooze and sputter.

He dropped her lifeless body to the concrete and watched the blood pool around her like a red pond. He observed the way it travelled like a stream through the cracks and made paths through the dirt and discarded newspapers in the alley making its way to his shoes. He didn't bother with stepping away from it, he gladly let the blood soak the bottom of his shoes. A rotted smile spread across his face as his eyes filled with child-like amusement. He stomped and danced around making the blood splatter and dance with him.

'This is it' he thought cheerfully to himself, 'this is the meaning of life'.