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This descriptive extract is of a something I put together one day, I can't remember why but I hope you like it, feel free to leave a comment:

“Argh!!!!” I screamed as I got pushed against the cold wall. I looked down to my stomach, to find my hand covered in blood, what had I done? Then I realised, it wasn’t anything I had done...it’s what someone else had done. I stared at the knife on the floor, knowing what had happened but couldn't bring myself to believe it. My black top now had an increasing blood stain on it; I glanced up to see a dark figure run away into the distance. I tried to make out the figure but it was no use, as I looked up into the sky a raindrop landed on my nose. One by one, the raindrops became faster.Colder.Harder. I slowly slid down the wall, the floor vanishing beneath me. As I fell I saw something in the distance and it was coming towards me; at this point I didn’t know whether to be relieved or scared. As the figure came up to me I felt something soft on my cheek. It was his shirt. As I looked around I could see that it was just us two, from what I could see, he had eyes that I seemed to recognise. He lifted my bloody arm to find my wound, without a moment to spare he phoned for an ambulance, hoping it wouldn’t be too late. He held me close to his chest, slowly but gently rocking me backwards and forwards. “Don’t worry, it’s going to be ok,” he said. I was sure I’d heard that voice before but where from? I thought about it for a while and then I realised, it was James. His voice was so peaceful and calm it made me forget about the rain falling, even the reason why I was there. Within a few minutes I lost consciousness but to be honest, I didn’t care. I knew I was safe. If I had died, I’ve died in the hands of the one I love ,if I survived then hopefully I’d be able to remember what had happened and give the police some help on solving this crime. All I can do is hope.