Cold & Brutal

2: Escape

I feel the knife above my right eye, I'm not sure if this'll work I silently think to myself, "I can't believe I'm doing this, not even sure if I can do this" I whisper, "what?" The masked man asks, I yank my thumb back and pain shoots through my hand and my arm, "ah" I groan, but I keep bending, I start screaming, the masked man stares at me wide eyed wondering why I'm screaming since he hasn't cut me yet, I hear a bone-breaking snap, and fling my hand out of the rope and slap the side of the masked mans head with it. He stumbles to the floor, with the rope loose since one hand is out, I slide the other out and run to the table with the knifes, I throw out my hands, not grabbing anything specific, I fling the stuff in the direction of the man hoping one will find its target, I feel a slam on my back and the force throws me onto the desk and the man, me, and the desk topple over, I slide against the floor. I scramble to my knees and look back, the man is behind me slowly getting up, the desk behind him, I turn on my knees to face the masked man, he gets to his knees, but before he can see me I grab his head and slam it into the ground. He groans, I grab his head lift t and slam it into the ground again, I start to feel rage, for killing my parents for torturing me, I start to cry as I grab his head over and over again, I scream at him as I slam his head over and over again. Finally I fall back onto my back, I cry for my parents and from the pain, all over my body, the scars, and my thumb. What do I do now? Where do I go? How do I get help? I pull myself up and look at the masked man, I reach for his head and pull off the mask, there's blood all on the inside, I turn the body over and look at the mans face. For some reason the face looks familiar, I stare at it, he seems normal, as if the man who killed two people and tortured a 16 year old could be normal. I wipe away some blood from his face, and I recognize where I know him from, Mr Sonnix?, he's my algebra 2 teacher. I stare at him, my algebra 2 teacher is a sociopath, he kidnapped us, tortured us, and now my parents are dead. I grab a knife thats lying on the floor, I slash it down his right arm, "how does that feel?" I scream at him, "huh? How does it feel?!" I scream at him harder, I start crying all over again, I lean over the body crying, how could my math teacher be this evil? He seemed so nice, how could my mom be dead? She didn't do anything to deserve death, how could my dad save me but not my mom? he saved me but killed her. All these question, plus more, run through my head, what do I do? That's when I hear a rumbling, a car? I think, why is a car here? Unless it's the man who hired my supposed math teacher to do this, and he has come to check on him. I start to run to a door that on the side of the building, then realizing that I might need a weapon, I run back, grab a clean knife, then run back to the door, I push the door open and walk out into the night. I then realize that I don't have any clothes, I have cuts all over my body, am bleeding, probably to death, am bruised, and practically naked. I run across the side of the building towards the sound of the car, I reach the end, I look around the corner, and see a big truck, one of those trucks that people call when they move houses and need someone to take furniture, yeah, one of those, no ones in it. The car is empty yet on, I hear a scream from the inside, that's my cue to run! I run to the truck, climb in, shut the door, and put it in reverse and hit the petal. I don't drive, I don't have my license, but I'm currently learning how to drive, or was, when my dad was alive, the car lurches backwards, and and I turn the steering wheel hoping not to hit anything, when I'm far enough and at an angle that I can get out, I change the car to forward, at that time the man comes out of the building, he's screaming and running towards the car, I give him a sorry look, then I hit the gas and drive off. I make it a couple of blocks before I start to feel woozy, and I feel sick, and very tired, I look down to see the bottom half of my body covered in blood. Too much blood loss I think, I start to lean to my left, I lean in the window, so tired, the car start turning to the left, my hand falls from the steering wheel, and the last thing I feel is slamming into something. Then, all goes black.

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I dream, I dream, a women is carrying me in her arms, and that she puts me into this soft, comfortable bed. I hear music, this loud music that replays over and over again, I see lights, flying past, then I go back to sleep.