You're mine

Freedom

Then...

The knife I have in my hand

He try's to hit me but the knife stops him

"Ahh what the fuck is wrong with you" he yells in pain as the knife stabs trough his hand he takes a few steps back

"Watching you in pain is such a stress RELIEVER" I say as I push him to the grand his back hits the couch I grip the knife in my hand

I crouch down

"Your just like your mother" he
Says

"At least I'm the better person" I reply not thinking about my next action

I stab him in the chest I keep stabbing him

I stand up

"What have I done" I ask myself

Looking at my hands that were covered in blood

I run to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror I'm covered in blood

Run up stairs to change my clothes and clean the knife

I ran down stairs and grab my dads hunting knife a run out the door 

As I run out the door I feel the cold wet air hit my face

As I'm running feel like I'm being watched like I'm being followed

I look behind me but there's  no one

I run to the forest as I run I hear leafs and sticks crack under my feet

I Stop running and put my hand on a tree to catch my breath

It was dark and cold outside and is was sprinkling

I sat down and put my back against the tree to rest

I hear rustling in the distance there are some bushes

I see something, someone