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You're in the kitchen 

-Dinner time-

Spaghetti with

Meatballs.

Your favorite.

You break the noodles

Suddenly you notice blood on your hands

The noodles have left deep rifts in your flesh.

You drop them suddenly,

Startled by the blood,

And begin to back away slowly,

Hoping it was a fluke.

You fall,

Noodles under your feet,

Your head hits the sink

*BAM*

More blood pours,

From your head this time.

Regaining your footing,

You stand,

Woozy and pale.

You gather the noodles from the ground,

And as if magic spontaneously became real,

A noodle pierces your hand, digging through to the

Bone.

You scream in pain,

And violently pull it out,

As the noodles drop from your hand,

Only to pin your foot to the floor.

You fall back again,

Only to knock the now boiling water

On to your face,

Right before

The remaining noodles

Pierce your skull,

the stare of death on your face,

You are now

Dead