Keep running

Where my family died Flashback

"Please! Leave them alone!" My mother cried.

We were in a dark room mom and dad were tied up and my two twin sisters were being tortured by this....man I didn't know.

My two little sisters screamed in pure pain as the mystery man was cutting their small fingers one by one.

I couldn't look anymore. I knew sooner or later that would be me up there.

"Ahhh!" Cried my one of my little sisters. "S-stop please! Stop!"

I closed my eyes what is wrong with this man! I don't get it! He randomly snuk  inside our house and started torturing us!

My mom had already lost an eye and my dad lost one of his arms.

You could see piles of blood scattered all over the floor.

"Ahhh!" My other sister yelled as the man dug a knife in her chest.

"No!!!" I heard my Dad yell." Leave her alone!"

The man let my little sister fall on the floor she was bleeding internally. She was probably already dead. He turned to my dad.

I silently cried not wanting to make a scene afraid that the killer would do the same thing to me.

I was the only one who remained undamaged .

I was praying that a miracle would happen to make this man go away.

My other sister had passed out from being so scared of the killer.

The killer turned to look me in the eye.

I froze. 

We were in this gaze for about a minute.

Before he walked closer to me.

Tears started streaming down my face.

He grabbed his knife and slightly made a cut on my cheek. I winced.

He then walked back to my dad.

I don't get it! He barely made a cut in my cheek.

What game is he playing!

He smiled at my dad.

Before he pressed the knife to his chest. He dug in about half of the knife to his chest and smiled.

I saw my mom intertwine her fingers with my dads. I cried. I heard my mom say " I love you." " me too." He answered.

My little sister had already woken up staring wide eyed at the scene before her.

The killer had a hand busy with the knife digging into my dad. With his other free by and he grabbed what seemed to be a pocket knife and aimed it at my baby sister.

I couldn't take it!

" No!! Please don't do it! Hit me! Not her! Please! You've tortured her enough!" I cried out.

He just looked at me with a bored expression on his face.

I could tell he could give three fucks about what I just said.

And I was right...

My sister didn't even have time to cry out in pain.

The knife was too fast. It landed on her forehead then she fell back.

I cried once more, this time out loud I couldn't hide the pain I was feeling I'm barely eleven I can't comprehend what is happening here.

"Scarlet." My mom whispered to me.

I turned to her, tears still adorning my eyes.

"Run."

"What-" I tried to ask.

"Run!!!"She yelled as the killer pierces the knife to her stomach.

I was the only one untied but I didn't want to leave my family at first. But....now their dead.

"M-mom." I whispered.

"Run....." we're her last words.

The killer looked at me and smiled.

I was terrified.

So I did it...

I ran out of the little cabin he brought us in.

I gotta keep running...no matter what.

I don't wanna die!

God please help me!

Please!

I was in the middle of nowhere....

I looked back at the cabin...

The killer was looking around.

When he spotted me he pointed the knife at me, tilted his head and smiled.

I didn't hesitate to run....