What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Afraid of the Dark

Killed

We watched in horror as he pressed the knife into her stomach, as blood ran down her side from the wound and pooled around her in a sticky, red puddle. It was sickening, watching him carve the same exact way into her as he had done to us. He dragged the knife over her skin roughly and paused one moment to lift it up and move to another limb. After he was done he ordered us to clean her up in the bathroom while he cleaned up the room. We picked her up off the ground, and he handed Chelsey the first aid kit. We lugged her sleeping form into the bathroom and put her on the edge of the tub. We got her some new clothes and stripped off her old ones. Leaving her bra and underwear on, we slid her into the bathtub and turned on the water. At first it was cold and splashed onto her legs, and she nearly gave us a heart attack by waking up and screaming from the pain. We calmed her down and warmed up the water, only filling up the tub about 1/3 of the way full. We dabbed at her wounds and wiped away the blood, making sure there was no blood left on her. We toweled her off and wrapped the cuts in gauze. I told Chelsey she could wait in the room and I would help Olivia get dressed. Chelsey walked out and softly closed the door. I gently pull the shirt over her head and arms and let her sit down in the toilet to get her pants on. "It hurts..what...what did he do to me?" She asks with her eyes closed. "I'm sorry, he cut you, just like he cut us, and he gave you the shot, he made us watch as he did it, I'm sorry..." I apologized helping her stand. "Aaaaaahhh!" Chelsey's scream pierced the air, I ran from the room and burst into the other one and saw Chelsey holding the knife he used to carve us. The man was clutching his arm, where he was bleeding through his shirt. "What did you do?!" I yell with some excitement in my voice at Chelsey. "I need to escape, we need to escape, Sarah," she replies moving towards the man laying on the ground. "How'd you get the knife, Chelse?" I ask her standing in the doorway with Olivia. "I came in and he was still cleaning, and the knife was sitting on the table, so I grabbed it and stabbed him in the arm," she says shaking about to drop the knife. "Chelse give me the knife, I'll do it," I say advancing slowly towards her. She holds it out, handle end toward me, and I take it from her. I step toward the man and kneel down in front of him, "It's time you got a taste of your own medicine," I say stabbing him in the stomach. Then, I stand up and say, "Come on guys, we need to go, there's a police station nearby and we can run there," I glance over at the man who had managed to pull the knife out and toss it to the ground. We run down the stairs and jog all the way to the police station, we explain what happened and show a detective the cuts all over our bodies. He agrees that we killed the man in self-defense, he said we were innocent and to wait for the squad to go to our house and arrest the man for attacks on us.