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"i'm alive, but i'm dead"
i take a deep breath and i jerk the knife forward. just before it can pierce into his skin, he turns around and stares into my eyes.
i search his eyes for the innocent tommy i thought i knew. nothings there. his eyes are pitch black, it's as if they lack humanity. like his soul has been stolen from his body. i can feel something dark when i stare at his blood stained face.
i look at my hesitant hand as he steps towards me. i thrust the knife into his chest and heat the sickening squish. he stops moving abruptly.
ziggy gasps, happy that i'm okay, but disgusted by the sound. i scream at the feeling of the of the blade inside of his chest. "fuck you!"
all tommy does is stare at his chest. he looks back up to me and my eyes widen, it's like a horror movie. i'm stuck in place, i can't get away.
he strikes me in the face with his fist and i collapse into the shelf behind me. "shit!" i whisper as i taste warm blood from my nose seeping into my mouth.
"sarah!" ziggy screams as she tries running to me. through my doubled vision, i see her thrown into the wall. i glance up through my eyelashes and see tommy start walking to her. his axe. where the hell is it?!
she grunts in pain and i force my body to stand from my crouched position. my body's still disoriented from the blow and i wince from the pain in my nose.
he pins ziggy to the wall and i look around for the bag. where the fuck is it? i turn around and see it on the floor next to where i fell. i grab the bag and put a finger over my lips so that she'll stay quiet.
i can hear her struggles gasps for breath as tommy grasps her neck. she slaps his hand repeatedly, trying to get his hand to give. i open the bag in my hand and walk up behind him and slam the bag over his head.
i pull on my side of the bag, attempting to cut off his airway. i pull on the strings in the side so he cants get it off. "ziggy! come on!" i pant.
i use his confusion to my advantage and push him to the ground. i hover over him and pull the sack, smothering his face. his fingernails grip into my arms and i yelp in pain.
i turn around looking for the fucking axe. where the hell is it? there!
"ziggy! axe!" i say hoarsely as i nod my head towards the axe. he drives his fingernails into my arm, drawing blood. i shove down on the bag trying to get him to loosen the grip on my forearms.
i see ziggy grab it from the corner of the room and tommy moves his hands and reaches for my head. he finds a strand of my hair and pulls on it, bringing my head closer to him.
i shout in pain when he clenched his hand around my neck. "hit him!" i croak out as i shake my head around trying to lose his hands.
tommy suddenly throws me off him as i'm distracted. "shit!" i yelp as ziggy pulls the axe back, but tommy grabs the handle. i push ziggy out of the way and get sliced across my chest in the act.
