What Is Love?

Nightmare

*Flashback Continued*

Sitting in the young girls chest was the knife.

He stood up, wiped his bloody nose, and then leaned over and pulled the knife out of the girls still breathing body.

"OHMYGOD WHAT DID YOU DO!" I screamed.

I crawled over to her.

"Hold on," I said soothingly but panicky.

I placed my hands over the wound and applied pressure.

"Give this to my mama," She whispered.

She used the last of her strength to reach up and pulled off her necklace.

She grabbed one of my hands with her free hand and placed the necklace in it.

"No, honey, you stay strong," I whispered.

"Imma see daddy again," She said quietly.

A smile appeared on her lips.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, while one single one rolled down hers.

She slowly closed her eyes, the smile still upon her lips.

"No!" I said loudly.

She went limp.

I started to do chest compressions, but was interrupted my someone grabbed my hair and yanking me backwards.

I yelped with sudden pain.

"If you would have just done as you were suppose to, she wouldn't be laying there dead!" The man said angrily.

At that moment I felt overwhelmed by different emotions all at once.

Too many to count.

I started thrashing around.

"She was just a little girl!" I yelled.

"You monster!"

He must not wanted to hear anything cause he pressed the damn cloth to my mouth again.

I caught harder.

I ended up kicking him just right cause he let me go and muttered under his breath.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" He asked advancing towards me with the knife pointed at me.

I felt dizzy and my eye lids were getting heavy.

I inhaled enough of that chloroform to make me pass out.

I fought against it.

I kept crawling backwards as he got closer.

I felt around for anything that I could use to defend myself with.

"Do you feel like a man now?" I questioned. "Did killing that little girl make you feel like a man?"

I cut my finger on something sharp.

I lifted my hand slightly and put it back down on what it was.

It was a big, thick, piece of sharp glass.

I grasped it in my hand careful not to show the man.

I continued my 'rant."

"You have to hurt vulnerable, helpless, little girls to feel like a-"

He stopped my rant by lunging at me.

I flinched and threw up my arm, stabbing him in the chest with the glass.