A Life Rewritten

Chapter 0: Prologue

It hurts...

It hurts so much... Fuck.

But I have to hold him. I must... "GAHHH!" I screamed out. The bastard stabbed me again. God.... Damn it.

I don't know how. I still have him in my grip. I am... NOT letting go. They need to get away.

"Let me go, you piece of shit!!" The bastard screamed, bearing his twisted yellow teeth at me.

Never!

I tried to scream that out but nothing will come out of my lips, other than wheezing sounds and blood... I'm pretty sure he stabbed my lung through my back that last time.

The floor is cold, and wet with blood. Mostly mine anyways. Though I did manage to give this fucker a bite that is making his arm bleed pretty good.

Hah. Good. I hope you bleed out with me. That way they'll be safe.

I look up now, past the struggling arms of the man that keeps stabbing me, though more weakly now than before. His arm must hurt. I bit him good.

... It hurts.

Never mind that though. Are they safe?

I spot Alana trying to support a bleeding Johan with one arm, while constantly shouting at a phone. It feels like it has been forever since she called the police.

They better get here fast. She can't carry him like that, and the edges of my vision are going black.

"AHHHGH!"

I think that was me shouting just now. Fuck that hurt. I can feel that knife lodged in my spine. Damn... It hurts!

It hurts so much I see spots of light in my eyes. All those blues and reds dancing in front of me... pretty.

No, wait... there is sound too. High pitched, screaming sirens... Those aren't just lights. Those are police cars!

Ha. Too late, you bastard. I win.

"Let go, let go, LET GO!" The man screams frantically. He is twisting the knife that's lodged on my spine, trying to pull it out. This piece of.... I bite him again. Hard.

"AGHH!"

What a sweet sound. Him screaming I mean. Though it is getting harder to hear. I feel like my heartbeat is drowning out other sounds.

"You... bastard. You-you monster!" He screams at me. I can hear it more clearly... I wonder why?

Ah. My heartbeat is quieting down. Good. I want to hear him scream for trying to hurt my family.

"How the fuck... are you still able to move! Why won't you let go! WHY WONT YOU DIE!?!" He screams. I can't see his face since I'm biting on his wrist as hard as I can. I can only stare at a piece of sidewalk right in front of me. But I hear the panic in his voice. Serves him right.

"Put your hands up where I can see them!" I don't know that voice. It's a nice voice. Sounds like a woman.

Ah shit... I can barely see now. It's like freaking tunnel vision.

He stops twisting the knife on my back. He is trying to move his arm... I wont let you.

A polished black shoe comes into my field of vision. It must be a policeman. No need to bite anymore, or hold him by the waist. It's done.

I let go.

I can't really stand. It all hurts. I hurt everywhere. I can only collapse to the side, like a ragdoll. But I can now see the twins, though they seem kind of blurry. Alana is crying, but someone put a blanket on her shoulders... I think it's a blanket. Johan is being sat down on something, and they are tending to his stab wound on his arm.