10 Breathe Again

I take a deep breath in as my eyes start to open. I cough up sea water as I start to try and pick myself up. It's dark and I'm not quite sure where I am but I can hear the sound of waves  crashing against the shore. The last thing I remember I was walking the streets back to my home in Venice when I was attacked, an flurry of fists and feet, a sharp pain in my back, my vision fading, the sound of a something being tossed into the canals, and then nothing and now here I am in some foreign land. As I finally stand to my feet I feel a slightly familiar pain in my lower back, reaching my hand back I find the source of the pain. A knife, a knife plunged deep inside me. My eyes widen as I realize what happened that night...I-I died that night. That splash of something being tossed into the canals was me and here I am miraculously alive here, wherever it is that here actually is, some unknown time later by some sort of miracle or curse. My hand wraps around the handle of the knife and I grit my teeth as I slowly pull the knife free from my flesh. The pain is nearly unbearable but I suck in air from my gritted teeth until the knife is finally free and I let out a deep breath of relief. I examine the blade in the faint moonlight. The iron blade shines in the moonlight I'm almost mesmerized by it but what catches my eye the most about it is that even though I've just pulled it from my person there's not a single drop of blood upon it. The case of what supposed death is a curious one. I'm not sure what sort of being or conscious I am now but I intend to find out.