A gust of wind brushed against my cheak, sending a shiver down my spine. With a face like no other he looked at me. Breathing down my neck, he pulled the knife out of his pocket and plased it across my throwt. My hand shivered for I knew that these were my last seconds. Being a CSI I always thought I would take a bullet, or possibly die of old age, but never even in my wildest dreams could I see this coming. It felt like forever, while in fact it was only a matter of seconds. Slowly but surely he sliced the knife across my neck, making sure I felt every bit of pain and ageny. I lied there for days, dead and slowly fading away. In an old abandon factory I lie...my sirit watching over what used to be the life I lived.
3 Years Later...
Finally someone had found my body...but my all that was left of my now rotting body, was a skeleton... And all that was left for evidence was a fork, cotton ball, cuetip, toy train and Cambles Chicken Noodle Soup... Will anyone ever be able to solve my murder...
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