14. HEATHER V
The pain was the worst thing I'd ever felt in my whole life. I was standing up, ready to take a step out of the door when the next thing I know, this huge, fat, big, sharp...sharp thing was on top of me, knocking me onto the floor.
I hit my head on the floor as I landed but I didn't have time to register it as the next pain was a thousand-million times worse. I felt the air be taken away from me as knives stabbed into my throat. I could vaguely hear Cat crying in the back ground.
'...Zarya, she didn't mean it!'
My mind was all disorientated. I couldn't think. I couldn't breath. The only thing I could feel was knives...until I felt the knives be taken out of me.
I could feel the blood pouring out, taking my life with it.
I was vaguely aware that someone else was in the room, and I could still hear Cat crying.
I wasn't sure what was said, but I watched barely, as a yellow person lowered her head. As she did so, her hair touched my neck. The next thing I felt was a tingingly sensation in my neck. The blood had stopped pouring, and I became aware of the headache forming. The oxygen was sort of back but not that much. That's when I heard Cat again.
'How are you doing that?'
'I don't know...'
'We still have to get her to Madam Pomfrey.'
I felt myself be picked up off the floor and carried to the hospital wing.