I Refuse.

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I decided against just giving up, pushing my self off the floor and grabbing a couple knives and shoving them in my pocket. At least I'd be able to protect my self a little.

I ran through the house, reaching all of the doors and windows which were now boarded up. He didn't want to kill me, he would've gone that already.

No.

He wanted to fight me.

If it was a a fight he wanted it was a fight he was gonna get. This fucker was gonna pay. If only I could fin- my thoughts were stopped short as the man nearly twice my size jumped on my back, causing both of us to collapse onto the floor, me going face first and the knives spilling out of my pocket.

He began to bash the back of my head with his fists..I felt myself losing consciousness. Before I fully passed out I stabbed him in the heel, causing him to yelp and roll off of me.

I used the time wisely, catching my breathe and throwing another knife at him, which it directly in the stomach.

He howled in pain once again and I picked up another knife, ready to end this.

I ran at him with the knife in my hand, his size not permitting him to roll out of the way I stabbed him in the neck.

I twisted the knife in his neck, watching the blood ooze out and finally getting a good look at my attacker.

He was tall. Definitely one of the tallest people I've ever met. He was also buff...he could probably throw me across the room with ease.

I jammed my knife in his neck a couple more times, releasing some of my pent up anger and stress.

After finally standing back up due to my arm getting exhausted I felt....great. As if I might have had a dopamine overdose. I liked watching the blood gush out. I loved the feeling of that knife in my hand. I felt...in control for once!

I couldnt be told what to do when I was killing, I was...free.

I refuse to stop! My parents would finally pay!

Although I had closed the eyes of the now deceased man in front of me, I still felt like I was being watched. Even if I was being watched they couldn't hurt me... I felt invincible.

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