This is what we Feared

Alone

One week later I still haven't  left the house since New Year's Day, only wanting to leave because I need food and water. My mother was always behind on grocery shopping. In a way I am disgusted with myself, I live in the house where I killed 9 people with one word me. I have no where to go, transportation is shut down, there's no still no electricity. I'm alone. As I sit there sulking about me newly formed life, I realized this is what I picked, this is the life I made for myself, either I spend time wasting the death of everyone else or I go out and live. Tomorrow I will go outside.  The sun continues to drop quickly along with the temperature, I sat there shivering even though I have leggings and sweatpants on with a sweater with sweatshirt, and blankets. The cold winter of New York was getting to me. Laying in my bed, I heard a thump causing my heart to stop, quietly I waited for another, but nothing came, I walked down stairs cautiously and empty handed. I looked around when I reached the bottom on the stairs and saw nothing, but I still quietly ran to the kitchen crossing over the blood stains from a week ago and grabbed a knife and stuck it in the hem of my pants and another in my hand. And stood there realized how stupid this all was, no one was here, but I was still not able to believe it. I tip toed around the house and stepped one a piece of glass cause me to moan in pain ensuring my feeling, someone was here. I look at my floor and instantly see blood, as I was inspecting my foot I heard another loud crash and a voice. I hid in the nearest room as footsteps crashed while passing by me. I tried not to breathe as they ran by me. I knew it was over when I heard the doors around me being broken down. I ran toward the window, that was locked and needed a key to open and threw a chair into it trying to break it, but nothing. I quickly picked the chair up to throw it at the window again because now I knew I didn't have much time they heard me. While I picked the chair for s third time the door was busted down. I froze and held the chair out in front me.
"There's a girl in here!" The man yelled to the others, but none came. He came closer and I tried to push the chair into the man but he didn't move he ripped the chair out of of my hands and threw it against the wall. I started to tear up again which blurred my vision and as I blinked away the tears he came closer and closer he grabbed my hair and pushed me against the window forcing the window still into my back causing my to screech. While his one hand held me against the wall, his other hand ran along my body, "you're a pretty one," He smiled, "maybe you should come with us." And continued to creepily touch me. I slowly went to the hem of my pants trying to get my knife, I grabbed it and help it behind my leg. Finally one of his friends came to the door and the man grabbing me turned around. "I like this one." Immediately I threw the knife into his arm making him scream, the other guy laughed at first, but then got angry and marched over. Before he made his way I stabbed the first man in the stomach. This was not me, this was not the changed person I wanted to be. The man fell over in pain, but the other also went to toward the hem of his pants, but he grabbed a gun, and then shot it. For the most part I ducked by got partially hit in the shoulder, I tired to force myself to hold in a scream. I've never been shot, and I was never planning on it. He shot again hitting the window causing it to crack. It cracked!! I run over to the chair but not before he shot again hitting me again in the shoulder i threw chair at the window and it shattered giving me enough room to climb out. I ran toward it and got one foot out but not before he grabbed my other foot forcing me back in the room. Glass ripped into my skin, I felt like it was the end of my life, no I knew it was. I wasted the lives of my friends and family, here I am, I'm going to die. As he grabbed me I fought the pain and thrashed in his arms causing him to drop me and my gun. I fell and yelled in pain, but the gun was next to me , I grabbed it and squeezed the trigger trying to point it at him, a loud sound exploded from the gun and the man fell to the ground. But when i opened my eyes, I saw a hole in the hall and I was then confused I looked at the door and saw another man standing there with a gun in his hand. He looked about 17 unlike the others who were much older. He started walking toward me as a blacked out from the pain.