"Bite me," I said laughing, "I. Dare. You."
That was all it took. I thought he was messing with me. The man in the mask had kidnapped me and now he was messing with my brain, telling me ridiculous things. I thought he was playing a game and I didn't want to be a part of it. All my life I had been that girl who every one noticed, but not in the good way. The jocks and cheerleaders hated me, the emo, Goth and scene kids hated me, the preppy kids hated me, the nerds hated me, and even the 'Spread the word of god' kids hated me. I had one friend and he abandoned me. We had been friends since we were six years old and when he got into high school and was labeled a 'Jock' he began acting distant. Then all of a sudden the next day he announced in the cafeteria that he no longer wanted anything to do with me because, and I quote, 'my inability to be cool and ugly face' were bringing his rep down. It happened that day, which was the day I started crying in the cafeteria, with all the kids laughing, he was standing there staring down at me with what looked like pity. I don't need pity; I don't need any of this crap anymore. With all the kids taunting me I had fled from the school and run into the bad part of town. I had never been there before so I was unaware how bad it actually was. Wanting to get away from the horrible kids at school, I had run down some random alley and stumbled upon-what I thought at the time- was a good looking man. He asked me what I was doing in a place like that and I had immediately suspected the worst of him. Without a second thought he had grabbed me and thrown me into the wall. His eyes looked as if they turned a shade darker- although now looking back I realize they had indeed turned darker- he started rambling about how he was going to bite me, and kill me. I laughed in his face and said those five little words that ended my life that day.
"Bite me. I. Dare. You."