Random p.o.v

I didnt want to die, i tried hard to live and be nice to people. I had always feared death. I remember when i was little my mom always told me that some people were just dangerous. I also remember always wanting to find that once person. That person who made dark days bright. I did find that person... Or at least i thought i did. I realize now all people do is want and all they feel is greed. We trick ourselvs and others to think diffrently but its true. I know it is.

I know because after two years of full insepratable love and compassion... After two years of dates and happiness. Here i am, in an old canoe, the canoe that i happend to have my honymoon in. Here i am, bleeding to death.

He asked me to mary him under the the tree that i first saw him by. It was where we first met, it was where we had our first date, and now it was where he became my fiancée. I was so happy. Was. We never faught. So the only thing i feel now is pain and confusion. Why would he do this to me. What was in it for him to gain.

It was our aniversiery, and we decided to have a picnic under that tree. That was where he did it. Where he pulled out a knife and stabbed me in the stomach only to roughly put his hand over my mouth so i couldnt scream in pain or shriek for help.

He carried me here.... After i was to weak to fight back. He carried me a short distance to the large river where we floated down on our honymoon, we both decided at the time that big trips were overrated and we just need each other and good memmories.

He laid me in the canoe that we floated down the river on together and placed a single white rose on my chest, he knew i loved white roses. Then pushed the canoe foward into the clear blue water. His last words that he ever said to me will never leave me for they were the last words i will ever hear again on this earth. "You know, I really do love you, please dont doubt that."

Before he laid me here, while he carried me all i could do was gaze into his eyes. They were filled with emotions of anger, sadness, regret, and love. I didnt understand. I loved this man with all my heart and i was always able to read him like a book but now... I was to shocked and confused.

The last word i ever said on this earth was "Why?" . I watched as tears slipped down his face and I gazed longingly into his eyes, screaming for help in my mind but i was to weak. The last thing i saw was all the regret he had just fling into his motions as he rushed to the canoe, but it was to late.

The white rose that laid on my chest was stained crimson red, the same for the tips of my long blonde hair and my white sundress as it laid in the puddle of my blood. Me and him always liked to joke around and say i looked like an angle in this outfit.
He didnt reach me in time, the last thing i saw was his failed attempt to save me, even though it was him who killed me.

The whole world was loosing color and i felt myself slipping away.

The last thought i ever had was.

Life could have been amazing, i was going to tell him... I never got to. It was going to be perfect. The sun would set and as it did at that perfect moment i would have told him. I was going to be a mommy and he was going to be a daddy. At that point i did open my moth to speack and only got abou a little "I-" before he stabbed me. We could have lived and laughed but instead all i see in my future is,

*Darkness*

As i saw nothing all i could think was ... I left my unfinished butter beagle in the basket and if he eats it im coming back and haunting him.