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Chapter 2

"What are you doing here, Jane?" I yelled at her.

"Oh, nothing." She answered with a smug voice. Withdrawing the knife from her pocket, she pointed it at my throat. "I just wanted to show you something."

Before I could grab the knife from my hoodie, she forced her knife into my shoulder.

I fell to the ground, holding my shoulder. No matter how much pressure I put on it, I couldn't stop the flow of the crimson fluid.

"Now," said Jane, toying with her knife. "I'm going to show you something."

Still wincing at the pain, I stood up and looked her in the eyes. I withdrew the knife I had in my hoodie and brought it down into her leg. I watched as she fell to the ground, hugging her leg. Without hesitating, I ripped the knife from her leg and planted it into the ground by her head.

"Now," I said in a shaky voice. "Tell me why you're here or I'll do more than just stab you." I touched my scared face where I carved a smile into. Then I got an idea.

"Or..." I said, laughing. "Do you want me to make you as beautiful as I am?

"You fucking bastard!" She yelled, "You're sick!"

I didn't waste a second grabbing a fist full of her hair and dragging her into the woods behind my house. I then grabbed her hand and forced her onto the ground by kicking her in the stomach. I planted my foot down on her chest and forced my knife in her hand slowly. A high pitched scream escaped her lips as I ripped the knife down the hand towards her wrist.

I took my time torturing her. I

"I've been waiting to do this for sometime now, Jane." I told, breathing heavily. "You could catch me at a better time, you little bitch!

As I was getting ready to bring my foot down onto her chest again, she stabbed my foot. I fell to the ground, holding my foot. Without warning, Jane made her way on me. She may have only been four and a half feet tall, but damn she was heavy. I struggled, trying to push her off of me, but before I could even manage lifting her, she stabbed my in my stomach.

"How's that, you sick little bastard?!" She yelled.

Light turned into darkness, and before I knew it, I blacked out.

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