The man threw my whole body into the tub.
I tried to scream but only got a mouthful of water in return.
He took my head out long enough for me to breathe and stuck it back into the water.
I used my foot to kick him away from me.
I jumped out of the tub, just to face him and his knife.
He begins swinging it around and aiming it for me.
I dodge his knife just in time and fall to the ground.
"You always were stubborn!"
He shouts running towards me with his knife aiming for my throat.
I again dodged but wasn't quick enough, for he grabbed me and threw me to the ground.
He took to action quick, sadly quicker than me.
He stabbed it right into my side.
"Ow!!"
I shriek in pain.
I pull the knife out and have reassurance, knowing I now have the knife.
He looks at me and smiles.
"Your too weak. You couldn't kill me if you even tried."
"Too bad I changed."
I said and stabbed the knife into his neck.
As he fell to the ground he pulled me down with him.
I felt weight get lifted off of me when he grunted and I assumed he died.
After ten years of stabbing me, and myself paying for a scar sugary, I wouldn't remember what happened.
But this new stab he made was the worse.
He never stabbed that deep.
But then again, he never tried to physically kill me, either.
I began crawling to the door.
I need to get to the playground, for Ryan.
I could feel my eyes beginning to close.
I have to stay awake.
I could die.
That thought came to mind and it scared me.
I knew I had to stay awake to stay alive.
I needed to get to Ryan.
