it didn't get better. in fact it got worse, much worse. i could tell something really bad was going to happen soon but i didn't know how to help myself. i couldn't tell my friends or my dad or she would actually kill me.
i can hear her calling my name again. my birth name. she refuses to call me my new name or even ranboo. it's not difficult i don't know why she finds it so hard. i decided to not reply to her; it's not my name anyway.
she's being persistent. she's called my name around 10 times now. i'm not answering. if she wants to talk she can call me by my name. (i love that song)
hearing her storm up the stairs, i decided to quickly put my headset on so it looked like i couldn't hear her instead of just ignoring her.
she slammed open the door and pulled the headphones off of my head and span my chair round so i was facing her.
'what is wrong with you?! are you deaf?!' she shouted in my face, causing me to flinch noticeably.
'i- i didn't hear y-you'
'quit stuttering you stupid asshole.'
's-sorry.' i gulped, realising i stuttered again.
i received a slap in the face for that one.
'did you not hear me shouting your name up the stairs?'
'when?'
'what the fuck do you mean 'when?' just now!'
'no?'
'you're lying. why are you lying?!' she raised her voice in the last sentence, grabbing me by the wrists and pulling me up to face her.
'i'm not lying.' i replied, avoiding eye contact and blinking back tears, again.
she dragged me down the stairs by the wrists, nearly making me fall down them with the force she was yanking me at. she stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a knife.
'what are you doing?' i asked, slowly backing away as she looked at me dead in the eyes whilst holding this knife.
she gestured towards the knife and then towards me and that's when i started running.
i tried to leave the house first, but it seems as though she had planned this because it was locked. i needed a key and that would take too long. she would surely catch me. so i ran into the next room which happened to be the bathroom and i locked the door just in time before she caught up to me.
i sat down with my back against the door, very quickly realising that was a bad idea as i heard her trying to stab her way through the door. i got up and sat on the toilet instead, which faced the door.
she put on her sweet voice and started trying to charm her way into making me open the door. of course it wasn't going to work. i knew her techniques.
she started trying to poke the knife through the gap between the door where the lock was. i noticed how she was trying to cut through the lock and i saw it slowly working. i was trapped. there was nowhere else i could go.
i desperately looked around the bathroom for something to defend myself for when she would inevitably break the lock and burst in.
there was really nothing of great use. toothbrushes? they wouldn't work. shampoo? shower gel? shaving foam? i mean i could squirt those in her eyes, maybe buying me a couple of seconds to run out but she would probably start waving the knife around randomly, hoping to stab me.
i decided that was my best shot. so i grabbed the shampoo with one hand and the shower gel with the other and stood myself in front of the door, preparing for the worst.
the door, after about 10 minutes of her sawing through the look, finally swung open. i immediately started squirting the soaps into her eyes and she stumbled backwards a little, giving me room to make a break for it. i broke out into a sprint and didn't look back.
unfortunately for me, she recovered quicker than i had hoped and she started running after me. our ground floor went round in a loop so the chances of me winning this fight were low. when i next made it round to the kitchen, i decided to stop and get myself a knife too.
that was a mistake.
unexpectedly, i was flipped around to face the woman who had been terrorising me. her face broke out into a menacingly evil grin and she held the knife up, preparing to stab me.
i started squirming to try and escape her harsh grip but the next thing i felt was a stabbing pain in my left thigh. then another through my shoulder and a couple of cuts across my face and stomach. finally, i felt a smack against my head with something heavy, maybe a pan? and that was the last thing i remember before blacking out.
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