You're Killing Me

I feel confused and lightheaded. I am aware that my breath is slow and steady and I am becoming colder. My vision is becoming less and less. I look around. All is dark. I feel a trickling sensation and I look. A deep, red liquid is sliding across my wrist and dripping onto the floor. I am suddenly aware of what is happening. I am dying, but what's worse is that I don't want to. But I don't know how to stop it. I notice someone sitting next to me. I cry for help; he doesn't respond. I look up at his face and see that it is covered in tears; eyes filled with remorse and sorrow. Something shiny catches my eye and I glance down. In his hand is a blade covered with the same dark red liquid that is on my wrist. I slowly realize what he has done, but I don't know why. I try to speak, but my mouth has suddenly gone dry. He just stares at me with shining eyes. I look back at him, longing for an answer. He does not reply. And my vision is cut off, as I leave the world, and I will never know.