Livi’s Peril

OLIVIA

The fear that gripped me as I saw the sword plunging into my chest was more than words could describe, I was visibly paralyzed as the memory in the mist had seamlessly transformed from the point where I was stabbing Javier to the point where I was being stabbed three years ago.

The worst part about it was that my fear was doubled, all the fear I felt then plus the fear I now felt combined to freeze me to the spot where I was standing and all I could do was scream as the memory kept repeating over and over again, there seemed to be no end to it.

Each time I got stabbed, the Javier in the memory did not look shocked to see me bleeding to death, he did not look mortified to know that his best friend had just thrown away her life to ensure that he kept on living but instead, he had a sly look on his face.

I could see the grin tugging at the ends of his lips as he regarded me like one would a comic relief, he looked pleased that I was finally dying and that hurt more than the sword