Thirteen-Sentence Story Challenge

I sat, shaking, holding the knife as death spoke to me. Raw fear, pain, my head was foggy, almost as if I was asleep.968Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNit2uNdjfa
"You've had an 'accident', child, one that caused your heart to stop... and so come with me, for death is my realm." I shook my head adamantly, refusing his hand.968Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPSCfj5K3g2
"If I was dead, I wouldn't be talking to you, would I?" The man chuckled lightly, pointing a bony finger at a spot on the floor, directing my gaze. My eyes followed his direction, laying upon a body, my own. My eyes windened, and I rushed to its side. There was a knife, sticking out of my chest, the same knife I was holding. I swallowed, hard, turning to the man and beginning to follow him when I realized he was walking away. I hurried after him, not wanting to be left behind. "...I guess I am dead, then...." I said quietly, catching up to the man, he smiled gently at me. "I suppose you are."968Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡudglhT4PzJ

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