Not Real Death

I was still alive on the morning of Monday, May 19, 2014. Today is the day to leave school It should be the children's third class at this moment. I walked around the school, and when I passed the classroom of Class 2, Grade 3, the English teacher on the podium saw me inadvertently. She nodded slightly to greet me. Some students noticed me and started whispering to each other about the walking corpse outside the window. This used to be my class. Thinking of this, I stood straight outside the classroom and stared at them coldly. A haggard and cold face was projected on the window glass. I stared at my favorite student, Ma Tao. He lowered his head to avoid my gaze, his brows and eyes full of sadness. Originally, we were going to go our separate ways after the college entrance examination next month, but now we have to say goodbye in advance in this scene. Thinking of this, I said with a sore nose and a sad voice. "Goodbye!" The silence behind him was like a final farewell. I dragged my heavy body downstairs. Wang Yang was chatting with someone downstairs. He looked in high spirits and very happy. From time to time he would let out a lewd and sinister laugh, and when he saw me, his eyes would be filled with pride. I remained expressionless and then left. A chill rose in my heart and filled my entire chest. So I went straight to the hardware store near the school, bought a knife with the only 45 yuan I had, and tied it in my pants. At ten o'clock in the evening, there was a thunderstorm. I wore a black mask, pulled the hood tightly on my head, walked under the shade of the trees, and followed him to Nancheng District. Nancheng District is in a remote area, there are no street lights, and there are no living creatures for half a mile. It is a good time for me to start. I quickened my pace to follow him, took out the sharp knife from my pants, and before he could turn around, I stabbed him in the back. Then I heard Wang Yang's cry of pain "Ah!!" Instead of falling to the ground and dying as I expected, he turned around and pressed my hand tightly to prevent the knife from going deep. He struggled wildly, becoming extremely powerful between life and death. During the push, pull, and struggle, his sting juice sprayed all over my face. He pressed the handle of the knife with one hand, and tore it randomly with the other hand. Soon my mask was torn off, revealing my face for a moment. I saw some disbelief in his fearful eyes. After 30 seconds of pulling, he collapsed. Suddenly he twitched and I took a shaky breath. He stared blankly at the man gasping for breath on the verge of death. Fear spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Blood and rainwater gathered in the darkness. He struggled to squeeze out a sentence. "Zhu~Zhu Zhuming, I didn't shs Qingliu, I... I didn't harm you, I... I swear..." He exhausted his last bit of strength, his wide eyes filled with the aura of death. I was stunned in the night, his voice kept spinning in my mind "I didn't kill Qingliu, I didn't harm you..." There was a burst of thunder before I reacted. I quickly leaned over and felt his pulse. He died. I'm waiting for her... I remember that the last action in this life was to turn around. In an instant, my back was penetrated by a cold metal object!

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