The 13th.

Chapter 4

I didn't see him behind me, I didn't know how he managed to get by me that fast and although I was facing the other way, I knew it was him pulling my hair so hard that it brought me down to my knees. This time I couldn't help the tears, they were dripping down my face. Yet again I found myself one step away from death but this time there was no escaping it. 

"Leave me alone!" I yelled. "Why are you doing this?! What did the people do to you!" I whined. "Show your face! That's all you can do, we both now I'm gonna die right here.. That's all you can do!"

The murderer leaned down to face me, from his balaclava I could see he was smiling, he was enjoying what he does.. Murders.. To see everyone get hurt was his entertainment and that's what got me mad.

His knife came towards my face closer and closer. My anger won with my fright and with tears still dripping down my face I got his cold hand where he was holding his knife and started to get it towards him. He gave me an amused smile but that made me even more angry and I decided not to give up. If I was to die right here, then I want to do it knowing I had at least tried fighting for my life. 

The knife was soon by his face but he pushed it towards my stomach, as fast as I could I pushed it away from me but it cut a quiet dip scratch on the side of my belly although I think it wasn't anything serious. 

The pain was horrible but I didn't give up, I stood up and kicked the knife out of his hand, he tried to catch it and it ripped his jacket sleeve, I wasn't sure if I harmed him but I decided to run for my life, this time with no stops.. 

I heard him kneeling down in search for the knife. In this darkness he couldn't really find it but suddenly I heard something sharp been picked up on the floor. I didn't hear running footsteps after me. I didn't hear anything at all, but I decided not to turn back but keep running. 

I was about two or three meters away from him. Suddenly I felt pain in my left arm. He through the knife trying his last chance to kill me, the knife landed by my feet but I didn't pick it up, I carried on running. 

After about two or three minutes I was facing the main road were the bus stop was, all the lamps were turned on but I carried on running. I was almost sure that he wasn't behind me, but yet again, that's what I thought last time. 

I turned to the road on the left, I was out of breath but I still ran at least as fast as I could, my stomach was killing me, I was about to fall over, the pain wouldn't stop and it wasn't helping I was running but I knew that in few minutes I would be at Tsuki's house. 

I suddenly heard a manly voice behin me calling my name. The voice wasn't any starnger's voice. I turned around and saw Joey behind me.

For once in my life I was happy to see him. I ran up to him and hugged him as tight as I could, tears started to fall down my cheeks but I felt safe. I didn't care how pathetic I looked in front of his eyes, he hated me and I hated him. And there I was hugging him, looking like a twat. But at that moment I didn't care.

"Rukia, why are you here this late?" He tapped my back gently. I couldn't believe that he didn't just pulled away. "What's wrong he asked."

I think the reason he was nice to me is because he saw me in a bad state, scared and upset. I didn't want to answer.. But it looked as if I had no choice. If I was him at that moment then i would want to know why someone I hate is crying in my arms.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so glad that you're here. I got attacked by the murder, I saw a little girl killed.. I was running away. I nearly died myself.. I....." the words started pouring out like I was giving someone some tea. Joey looked afraid. "Oh my god Rukia, we need to get you to Tsuki's house." he looked at me. "You're injured." he pointed at my stomach.