[144] It doesn't have a title

Critique: https://www.reddit.com/r/DestructiveReaders/s/rJIV7r9o6O

Note: I just want to say that I am a fairly new writer and I've only practiced alone and this is my first time sharing one of my drafts to anyone. I've centered this around the emotion of betrayal. This is my first time writing about a strong emotion so just focus on the writing and emotion not the plot. With all that said, I don't want any of you to hold anything back because I am new to this. Destroy it if necessary.

“Wh-why? O-out o-of all of th-them, w-why… you?”

Blood spilled out of my mouth, almost choking me as it made it’s way through my throat. The spear in my gut mocked me, reminded me of my naiveness. The air, his gaze upon me, the dust that stung my eyes. The unease pressed against my chest—suffocating. The pain of all the curses that welled at the back of my throat.

“fu—” More blood spewed out of my mouth as I coughed my lungs out.

“In my death,” I swallowed, “I wanted to fight beside you,” My lungs were about to give up, “You p-promised me, we would kill the emperor to—” He twisted the spear inside me. My gut followed. He spoke nothing, just staring at me as I screamed in agony and soon everything went black.