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Chapter 7: At Last

As the knife comes closer and closer to my neck, I try to swallow. he takes his arm off my neck, to give the knife more room to do damage. He runs it against my lower neck, cutting it only slightly. I wince and gasp for air. I try to scream again, but his hand closes over my mouth once more. He suddenly takes the knife and runs it along my forehead in what I'm guessing is a three, causing my tears to fall again. The pain, oh, the pain...

I am too scared to try and fight anymore, I just stare at the blue mask, pleading with my eyes, which are now blurred and red. Then, he brings his arm up and hits my head with the butt of the knife, causing black spots to appear in my vision. I can barely see anything, except for a blob which must be the knife, in the air above my stomach. I try to brace myself for the blow. I close my eyes for what seems like the last time

Then, the man jerks foreword, and I squeeze my eyes tighter. That's when everything goes crazy. He lets me go and I feel myself falling over. Im not sure If I'm dead or not. I'm not even sure if I got stabbed. The man holding me falls, and I collapse onto the ground, unable to hold myself up in the unbearable pain. I must not be dead. 

Then, somebody grabs me and turns me over and lays my head on something soft. My vision clears a little, but I immediately recognize the face. "B-Ben...' I stutter and gasp. "How'd y-you get here?... I thought you w-were one of... them..." When I finish he gasps and hugs me. "Never... Never in a million years... Oh, Thank goodness your okay! I thought you were d-dead... I came to find you... and when I got here, yo were like... like this..." "Thank... you." I look up at him. My vision was better, and I could clearly see his brown eyes staring down at me.  He smiles. I try to smile back, but my neck and forehead prevent me and I wince instead. He wrinkles up his forehead, then forces another smile, and brushes my hair off of my face carefully. I put my hand on his in thanks. 

He sits me up so that me were face to face. "I'm so glad your okay..." He whispers. Then he hugs me tight, and I ignore the pain as I hug him back. "Let's get out of here before they come for their friend." He says. He carefully picks me up, and begins to carry me down the stretch of the road between our house and the center of town. "I know a safe place where we can stay." he reassures me. I smile and close my eyes, safe in his arms.

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I wake up in what looks like an old car garage. Ben is sitting in another area looking out the window. He's holding a crowbar in his hand. I push myself up so I can see around. It's a large area, and the one door is baracaded with a large, metal cabinet. Benjamin sees that I'm awake and comes over. He kneels down beside me. "How you feeling?" "Better," I answer. "Thanks again for all of that..." He smiles and nods. "What happened?" "I heard a scream, and I went to go see if I could help... I felt that if I didn't I would regret it forever and feel guilty for letting someone die..." I answered sorrowfully. "Were you okay before that though?" He asks then. "You weren't texting me... Did your phone die?" My eyes widen. "Oh.... Oh my god I'm so sorry! I.... I actually thought you were one of them... I don't know why... I just jumped to conclusions... I feel so bad... I'm so sorry" I cry. "Shh, no... Its fine... Margaret. It's fine." He said assuringly. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.