Doris coughed up blood upon waking, tears welling up her eyes. She had no idea what was happening, and all she knew was that she was in pain. As if there was a hole in her mind, she had no recollection of what happened. One moment she was running, and the next, she was lying on the ground—a knife set on her heart.
"L-lady, w-why does it hurt… so much?"
I backed away, trembling—shaking in fear. My breathing became erratic, my heart pounding violently. The way blood flowed out of Doris's chest, the way the color quickly drained from her face, terrifies me.
Doris—the real Doris—was dying right before my eyes. And though I never wanted this to happen, I was the one who did this to her. I gave her the pain she was suffering right now, the pain she never asked for.
