The pain felt as if knife had plunged into my chest. For a second all went silent, and then followed by gasps of the audience. Then all went cold. Agony pulsed all over my body, not sparing any limb. Next the smell of blood stung my nostrils as if they were on fire. I attempted to open my eyes; however all I could seem to see were the blurred outlines of the crowd looking down on me. I was gasping for air, but it appeared that all had been stolen by a thief in the night.
Then all seemed okay, the pain had drifted away. A brief glimpse of hope appeared for a split second. Then a dawn of realisation crossed me. I was going to die.