I lie on my bed, my body front flat with my head turned looking back near my door behind me. I hear footsteps on my stairs wondering who it could be. As she reaches the top, I see her brown hair, beautiful eyes, complimented with her brilliant glasses. I look at her curiously wondering what she might be hiding, and then I get this cold feeling.
She moves her right arm forward to reveal a long blade as she moves closer toward me. I feel as though I should be moving, but for some reason I can't or rather I don't want to. She moves onto my back, sitting below my rear, her legs folded outside mine. She lifts my shirt, and with her blade she traces her blade from my pelvis up to my neck. I then feel a wet, rain-like drip of water clash with my lower spine. Soon after I feel the blade pierce my skin, just below my neck and left of my spine.
With her blade, she traces my spinal cord far down to where it ends. She then tosses the blade toward my knife as it sticks into the soft wood. She uses both of her hands to stretch my skin open and reveal my spinal cord. With her bare hand, she trances my spinal cord from my lower-neck to my mid-back and grabs hard. I feel her hand shaking as if she's trying to let go, but compelled she pulls it out and drops it on the floor next to my bed.
I glare at her confused, not sure what exactly is going on. She then gets up, and exits the room. Laying there, painless and unsure what to do, I move my toes to test if my spine has really gone. Fortunately, movement in my legs seemed to work perfectly. I then use my right arm and trace my back to find everything intact and no damage applied.
Smiling, I stand up to find that the only things I am missing are my clothes. And as I look down fortunate enough to be alive, I see the body of dead young man with his spinal cord misplaced.
