It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. My family and I just got back home from church. I put all of my church stuff away and changed into normal and casual clothes. I went into the kitchen in order to make myself some lunch. I grabbed the fresh meatloaf and pulled out a knife at random. I went over to cut a couple of slices when all of a sudden, the knife started changing its direction and drove itself into my arm. I continuously tried to pry the knife out of my arm, but every time I would pull it out, it would drive itself into a different spot. The stabbing continued until I collapsed onto the ground dead.