It was distractingly quiet, and I was beginning to get spooked. There would be moments when I thought I was hearing footsteps. Eventually I stopped and still heard steps. Silence. Then suddenly a crash, and someone was grabbing me around my neck. I tried to fight back, but the person was way to strong. Or maybe there was more than one.
“Sh, sh, sh.” They commanded me. “Better go somewhere more private.”
I was gasping for breath and air as they dragged me into a room connected to the hall. My back was smashed into the wall.
“This is better. More private.”
My blood was freezing, I could feel it.
He hit my face with a surprising amount of force, and I’d been already expecting a lot.
“How do you like that, faggot?”
I didn’t know what to do as he pounded on me, but then I saw a box cutter near me. I grabbed it and slashed the guy’s arm as much as I could. Not good enough. With brute force, I was thrown down to the floor and kicked. Something snapped my leg. Oh, so much pain. Someone lifted me back up and threw me back against the wall. A knife was pressed to my face.
“Fight and I swear. I’ll kill you.”
I didn’t want to die, I wanted spend more time with Sarah, and my family, and my friends. All I could think of doing was closing my eyes and hoping that it wouldn’t last to long. My head was bashed into the wall, I could feel blood trickling from my hair line. The guy grabbed my face and turned it toward him. His cruel eyes scared the living shit out of me. He pulled out the knife again and held it for a second. Maybe he wouldn’t use it, I hoped, but I was wrong. He snarled at me and plunged it into my stomach. I screamed out in pain.
I ended up face down on the floor again, but I couldn’t have had much time as I was bleeding so much. Although I struggled, I got myself up and started making my way through the room and then the hallway. The keypad was so close to me, but I couldn’t make it further and I collapsed next to it.
I didn’t want to die.
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