Mascara dripping down my face. Light burning against my skin. I'm so afraid. The knife pressing against my wrist makes me shiver. The fear trickling down my back feels so hot. I couldn't move. Their face was so deadly. I almost cried, but I couldn't. My voice cracked. I hear them screaming. I struggle. He looks at me. He looks at me with his dark, mean, horrifying eyes. The blood on my cheek wouldn't stop running and I was afraid I was going to faint. I kept wondering what I could have done differently if any of this would have happened if I did something else. I wondered if this was a dream or my fate.
