"I Couldn't Stop..."

Chapter 2

But she wasn't the only one either. All 13 of them. Dead and buried. And I helped. But I couldn't say no. Or i would have been next. The banging got so much louder. I was scared for my life. But then it hit me like the tears on my face hitting the floor. I'm not going to die. Not today and certainly not by him. I looked around my room. He kept all the guns and weapons down stairs in his death room. Great. I needed to get to them. To kill him before he kills me. I heard the door split. He is almost in. I ran to the closet But looked at the window. I could open that and make him think I jumped out onto the roof. I ran to the window, opened it then ran back to the closet. Two more loud bangs came and then the door opened. He was here. I tried to hold my breath. But my cry's made it hard to do. He looked over at the window. He must have bought it. Then. He looked at me. I knew he was. Our eyes met. Even behind a closet door i knew he could see me. He walked to the door. I held my breath so he couldn't hear me. I was wrong. In seconds the closet door was ripped open and i was fighting for my life. I didn't want him to hurt me. Or worse kill me. I fought my way out of his grasps and bolted to the kitchen down stairs. Where to go now. Where to go now.