Crybaby

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It was getting so hot, I was as sweaty as a pig. I realized I didn't want to die yet and I regretted burning so many things in the house, it will be impossible to get this fire out. I ran out of the house, getting slight burns and sweating even more, I saw a man across the street staring right at me. He was grinning, it was weird and suspicious almost like he planned the house to burn but that would make no sense, I made the fire. I ran away from the house but then I realized something, I LEFT MY KNIFE. Oh no, why did I do that? I can't live without my knife, I ran back into the house. I grabbed my knife from the kitchen and tried to make my way back outside, the entrance/exit was already covered with fire and burning right in front of me. I ran to the backyard and hopped the fence, I continued running the same way I was running before. The man was now on the side I was on, I stopped running and I passed by him and he grabbed my arm. 

"What happened to your house? Are you hurt? Where are you going?" He asked

"None of your business" I said annoyed

He gave me a mean look then he saw the knife in my pocket, he squeezed his arms around my throat, I bit her arm and ran into the parking lot of a ghetto store. He chased me and he was so fast that I didn't know what to do, I kept running around in circles. He ran around the other way, running into me and knocking me out.