August 9, 2008
Ashley Pinkerton screamed as her assailant rushed towards her with a butcher knife in hand. The first strike easily plunged deep through her breast, breaking two ribs before puncturing her right lung. She fell backwards. When her head contacted the floor she immediately raised her arms in self-defense. The barrage of attacks that came thereafter felt like the days upon days that one endures after being dumped by the one who told you that you were his soulmate, his forever. Her breathing slowed. She lowered her arms.
As I lay here on my living room floor. I am in awe of the mechanism of the human anatomy. The first time the knife pierced my chest was a pain more intense than I thought possible, but now, after 38 more cuts, slices and stabs, I feel nothing. I am at peace. As I take my last breath, my biggest fear is not my life passing. My biggest fear is…