Stitch

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Chelsea walked over slowly, gripping her beloved knife tighter and tighter with each step she took. "Why are you so afraid?" She stopped her creepy laugh and gave me a serious look. "Didn't expect this, now did you?" She started to smirk at the end of the sentence. I kept silent, I was too afraid for what was about to come. "Nothing? What a shame. I really wasn't planning on hurting you. Just, leave you in the fire to burn." She stated playfully, bringing up a smile. My eyes widen in terror, I have to say something! I don't want my nails to end up on my back! I got up and started walking backwards. "T-that's a lie. I know you were going to." I said regretfully. Chelsea Just grinned even wider, as she walked faster. I kept staggering backwards until I hit the blood splattered wall. "You are really stupid. You think that's going to help you?" She frowned, punching me in the gut causing me to fall forward, coughing.

"You probably want to know what happened to your precious daddy." She mocked. I still said nothing. Its kind of obvious, more like it is. She narrowed her eyes, and stabbed me in the upper leg. I winced, as I felt the warm, thick blood trickling out of the fresh wound and spreading on my thigh. "I gave you a question. I expect you to answer it!" Chelsea demanded, slowly pulling out the weapon so more pain can come to me. "Its kind of obvious, you....killed him" Streams of tears flooded my cold blue eyes, from both the physical and mental pain. "hmm."