Story Idea...

And then what appeared to be a razor was actually a heart. A real, living heart that kept beating every ten seconds. How it looked like a razor, I haven't a clue but there it was. It looked so lonely. But it also looked connected. "Hello?" I had to ask whose it was. I heard gasps and whispered 'help' coming from the bathroom. I ran there and there he was. "Eugene?" I couldn't believe it. I pulled my phone out and called 911 hurriedly. My phone was about to die but it was Eugene. It was worth it. I told them his heart was on the floor and barely connected to him but he was gasping. They got this address and told me they would hurry. I closed my phone as it decided to die and I went to try and comfort him. I held him in mu arms and started to cry. "Who would do this to you?" And he pointed more with his face than his finger but I looked at the mirror and he had written something. Someones name. Connie? "It was Connie?" I prayed it wouldn't be who I thought. He nodded. "Connie Brynner?" He whispered a yes. I cried into his neck. Connie had been a good nurse friend. "Why?" I looked at him for answers. He shook his head then started to close his eyes. "Don't close your eyes! Eugene! You need to stay! I need you!" He nodded but kept his eyes closed. I heard a siren and started screaming. Connie came around the corner with her butcher knife and a big fat needle. Her eyes were suddenly different sizes. The ambulance people came in and saw the situation. They tackled Connie and got her in a position to not run. Connie kept smiling though. She also kept looking at Eugene and I. I had a feeling this wasn't over. We were dead. I just wanted to know why. Eugene did get in that ambulance and he did recover enough for me to visit but I had a feeling a new turn to life was at hand. I only had to wait a while. I was right...