The Knife Monologue

Slice “I have all my fingers the knife goes chop, chop, chop if I miss the spaces my fingers will come off” Ethan sang knife clanged against the cool tile in between his pale bony fingers. “And if I hit my fingers the blood will soon come out. All the same I play this game because that's what it's all about. Chop, chop, chop I’m picking up the speed.” The knife blurred as he dipped it in between the small spaces in his hand. He went faster and faster, with every clang of the knife I jumped. I shut my eyes, knowing he was almost at full speed. Thankfully, he stopped ending the song without a cut. Using dexterous hands, he flipped his shaggy blonde hair just enough out of his face to see his ocean blue eyes. He gave a laugh and a smile, handing me my knife.
“It would have been more entertaining if you cut yourself” I said being facetious. He rolled his eyes and gave me a look. I couldn't have been happier at the moment, surrounded by my best friends in my second home. It was my fourth week volunteering at camp, my seventh summer. Camp meant the world to me, more than anyone knew. It was somewhere I could be myself. A place where the worries of life couldn't touch me. A safe haven where everyone around me cared so much and loved me
I began pulling all the gadgets out of the knife starting with the largest blade, joyful sounds ringing around me. I clicked the largest knife into place. Then I proceeded to open the smaller knife directly across from the larger twin. Time slowed as I opened the file tool next to the big knife. As the tool sprang and clicked into place my thumb followed, pushing and dragging on the shiny new blade. I laid the knife on my lap. Ow. The cut didn't hurt much, It couldn't be that deep? I held my finger in my other hand. Ow. Pain started to emanate up my arm. I opened my folded hands to examine the damage. A layer of warm sticky blood covered my