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Kat: pov

I scream at the top of my lungs while falling back. It was Sam. He was in front of me. Holy Shit. He runs at me. I try to stand up from the ground, but he's too fast. I made it halfway to my stairs, crawling and trying to get up. But he caught up to me.

He put himself on top of me. I couldn't move. He was heavier than I could fight. He used his right leg to hold down my legs, his left leg for my right arm, and his right arm for my left arm. And his left arm was cupped around my mouth.

I screamed and screamed. This was a nightmare I had been scared of the entire time he was gone. I had no idea what to do. But I couldn't do anything. He had me completely pinned down. I kept squirming, attempting, and failing to get away. I was getting weaker and weaker, unable to move as much. I heard his voice behind me scream. I couldn't understand it, but it hurt just to hear it. Mentally.

The tears and screams stopped by the end of a minute. We both looked directly at each other. He looked horrible. His eyes were red with horrible bags under his eyes. Like he hadn't slept for weeks. His hair was messy and knotted. He had scars and stains on his face. I couldn't tell where from. He just looked horrible. Like a murderer. He- he is a murderer. He's trying to kidnap me.

"Listen to me, Kat." He said. Everything I had inside me triggered. I felt something flash through me, and I freaked out.

"N- no," I muttered as I tried to move yet still couldn't. "Please let me go," I said. There were tears in my eyes. We had direct eye contact.

"God." He whispered. Then he grabbed me. He let go of my legs and grabbed both my wrists with his hands. He stood up and pulled me up with him. He was strong enough to force me up. He could see the tears in my eyes. I know he could. He kept looking right at them. He reached for something in his pocket of a coat he was wearing and quickly took it out. A long blade. It's one from my kitchen. I recognize it. "Don't make this hard for me, Kat." He said. He openly swings the knife around, and the other arm is still on my wrist. "Just walk with me." He began walking towards the door, moving me also.

What was I doing? I could run right now. Maybe to my bathroom, lock the door, and get something to defend myself with. Or to the kitchen, also get a knife and try to defend myself. Whatever I could do. I was not going to just let this happen. Just as he steps out the door, I use all my strength and get out of his grasp.

I ran straight to the kitchen. It was the closest. "Fuck, really Kat." I heard him yell behind me. I open a drawer with the knives. I grabbed a larger one and held it in my right hand. I turn to see Sam running to me." He stops, looking at the knife.

He sighs, almost as if I'm just exhausting him. "Kat I just wanted an easy visit, not this." I don't respond and just hold the knife. I don't know how I was mentally holding myself here. But I did not want to get taken. He shakes his head, looking disappointed. He runs at me. Adrenaline spikes through my whole body.

I swipe the knife at him but he easily dodges it, moving back slightly. He quickly goes towards me and grabs both my wrists. Trying to force me to drop the knife with pressure. I use all my strength to try to move my wrists, but it doesn't help. So I look at his left wrist, only holding my arm with the knife, and I bite it as hard as I can. He screams out and lets go of my wrists. I take the knife and swing it at him. I feel some sort of pressure, so I think I hit him.

I looked to see he was leaning against the counter. His wrist has some marks and a bit of blood from my teeth. Then a clean slice on his cheek. I could take him. He lifted his left arm and felt the cut on his face. He looked at me with a completely straight face. His eyes drooped a little lower than before. He was horrifying. He was going to kill me. He dropped his knife onto the counter. He ran straight at me. I wasn't fast enough to do anything. I felt myself fall and a horrible pain in my head. Then passing out.