Why Did This Happen?

She struggled for her life, feeling as though it was slipping through her fingers like sand as she bled heavily from a large gash in her head. She tried to look at her surroundings and saw a man starting at her as though she were some sort of display for his own amusement. He grined in such a way that his face contorted somehow into looking worse than before, suddenly it came to the young girl, he probably was responsible for her situation.

When she realized this, she tried to pick herself off of the ground but her strength failed her and she fell to her face. The man's laughter rang out which caused the girl to cover her ears as it was high pitched like nails screeching on a chalkboard and her head hurt more than before.

She flinched as the laughter began to subside and he stood up, apparently looking for something out of her line of sight. He searched through a small wooden trunk as she worried about what it would be and wondered how long he'd been out here in the woods. It looked as though he had lived he had there for years, perhaps.

When she thought of how long he had been here, her fear of the situation renewed. If he'd been out here for years, did that mean that no one has been in this area for that long? Or if they had, what happened to then? Did he kill them?

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she saw the man smile and stand still. He'd obviously found what he had been looking for. He walked back towards her and, as she saw what he was holding, she screamed.

In one hand was a flint knife, one black but now forever stationed a dark red from what she could only assume were his former victims. The man chuckled quietly at her shriek, as he seemed to be relish in the girl's reactions.

The girl tried to rip herself off of the ground to run once more, but to no avai. Her strength once again failed her and she sunk to the ground, dizzy from the loss of blood. The man watched silently, with his depraved smile plastered onto his face before advancing.

Her vision blurred and she couldn't seen to bring herself to move. As she closed her eyes, giving in to the drowsiness that overwhelmed her, she saw the man's sickening face, directly next to hers, and stared into her eyes.

After who knows how long, to her surprise, the girl woke up she realized that firstly, the bleeding stopped, the man had treated the wound for her.

She was about to sit up to thank him when she realized that her arms had been bound by the man. Horror dawned on her as she came to the conclusion that he only saved her to hurt her more.

She looked to her right and saw the man sitting in a chair, fast asleep with the flint knife in his hands. The moment he woke up, she decided, it would be over. She braced herself for the snores to die away, trying to remain as still and silent as possible.

While doing that she was obviously aware that he would wake up eventually, she couldn't help but be grateful that she had more time. However, the longer she waited, the more she worried about herself. The man had the advantage and he let her see his face so he probably wasn't planning on letting her go.

Her thoughts continued to darken, when the snoring stopped, she tried her best to act like she was asleep, thinking he wouldn't do anything till she woke up. She could hear the man stand up, but refused to look.

He approached her and chuckled before he yanked her head up by her hair, which caused her to yell in pain. Slowly, he then started to saw off the hair with the knife until it was as short as a boys. The girl simply stared at the hair were it fell.

Tears fell down her face as the man rested the tip of the blood red knife on her cheek, slowly, and inexplicably calmly, the man slowly sunk the knife into her skin, causing blood to pour out. Then, he withdrew, leaving the poor girl alone with her tears mixing in with her blood.

He came back, however, with a metal pole, the end glowing a malicious red, she tried to back away, but the ropes refused to allow it. He grabbed his face, and, with a happy smile, he pressed it to the wound, causing her to shreak, a noise which was amplified due to the echos.

With this the bleeding stopped, and the girl laid where she was, shaking with fear and pain. The man picked the knife up and caressed it, as though he was fixated on it's cruel beauty, before turning around and waking back towards the girl.

He then seems to get an idea and walks back to the fire. The girl just stared at him, warily, before the pain overcomes her and she falls asleep.

With a hard slap, she woke up to the man hovering over her with the knife, he was becoming impatient. He looked at her in her eyes and started to slowly slice off the skin of her left arm, avoiding the areas where the veins were, she cried out.

She looked down, the pain of him slicing off her skin was doubled by the extreme heat of the knife, which kept the bleeding to a minimum. The girl repetitively blacked out and woke back up from the pain. Once he finished the arm, he sat back, as if to admire his work.

She let out an ugly sob as she gave up any hope for survival. She was going to die, and she was going to die slowly. As the man went back to the fire to heat up his knife again she searched for anything she could use to kill herself, but without the use of her hands there were few to no options.

The man walked back over and she braced herself for the worse. Him skinning her right arm was even more painful then the left. She gritted her teeth in the effort to keep from yelling since he seemed to enjoy it.

He finished but didn't seem as happy as he did last time. He actually seemed to look at her with so much spite you'd think she threw his puppy into a fire place.

He stormed off angrily and yelled something she couldn't quite understand. The man seemed crazier than he did before, if that was possible. He was losing his cool, which meant she probably didn't have much time left.

Finally, he walked back over to the girl and punched her before lifting her shirt and slitting her stomach as one would a frog during dissection. The cut was much more sloppy than the previous I've ones, it was as though he was deteriorating before her eyes.

Then, his now clumsy hands reached inside her, if he didn't kill her now infection certainly would, and grabbed her small intestines, pulling them out before wrapping it around her neck.

With her body in the way it was, when the man choked her she could only gasp, no longer capable of screaming. Blood spilled from her lips and tears overflowed, at last she recognized him, with one last breath as he loosened his grip she used all of her effort to say one thing.

“Goodnight, dad."